The show has finally come to an end,
but I know that I will not be content
until the curtain finally descends
and we can all breathe again.

Every ending is a new beginning,
and post-show depression is already setting
in and I can't stop it, no matter how hard I try
my brain won't drop it.

Lines still fill my head to the brim.
Every performance is sink or swim.
Everything still perfectly in place, proper and prim,
but the brilliance of the stage lights is starting to dim.

Our time to tell our story is coming down
to the wire.
Sink or swim and I think I might drown
at any moment so don't get your hopes up.
We're all just trying to fuel our desires.

Do they realize the stress that performers go through?
Yeah, they're still human, just like me and you.
No choice but to excel for the masses
while still being expected to lead lives and pass classes.

Let us now take a breath of fresh air
as the curtain descends we can leave without care
of being disappointing or anything less
than our best.
What more can you expect?

It's easy to overlook,
but still very true.
You're just like me,
and I'm just like you.

Breathe in, breathe out
is what we're always told,
but you don't expect their eyes to make you feel so cold
and defenseless,
so please, next time we want you to care,
remember that we all breathe the same air.