Cease to speak All the angels went to sleep The magazine Lies half open on my knees The cover girl Winks an eye without affection All her life In the pages of some publication A vivisection Wise men write About things they seem to master Others' lives Torn from dreams into disasters I don't want I don't want to be One of them Critizicing every move I make Chasing your dreams Was so easy when we were just kids And now it feels Everybody burdens you with this Counting the times When the love went sour, so unreal Just like the story On the cover of a magazine