When the bells of hell
Toll their sounds of doom
I can not help feeling lost in their gloom

When the choirs of heaven
Cheer their last soul home
Do I stand amid the fall of Rome?

Toxic friends are thorns in our sides, they take our energy
in exchange for empty promises,
and paper thin facades of closeness

We need to break free
and become the stars of our own movies

For all the world’s a stage
And all men and women merely players