So you dance
and dance
and turn the music louder
so you won't hear the clock ticking
and you stamp your feet on the ground
as if you could make the earth
stop spinning.
And you sing
and laugh
and drink
and jump around
as if time hadn't gone by.
And your eyes carry this heavy eyeliner
which is framing your tired little red eyes
and the make-up is piling up in your little wrinkles
and your feet hurt so much from the high heels
and you know
but won't ever admit
you're getting old.
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