You said you were fine   I nearly told you how much I hate that bravado   The pulling of brave faces   To disguise the fact your dying inside   You said you couldn't see the point in staying like this   I must confess I can't as well   But whats to be done now?   Bring the lights down?   Accept the applause for another show   And weren't you the star   And weren't you the star   (And I'm sure they'll all say how good you were)   And I'll slink off through the back passages   Nursing my feelings with some well spoken words      You can't see the point in going like this   I must confess I wish you could