Shadowplay

I decide a line has been drawn, I decide I'll turn and walk away, no love lost.
In the background the appropriate bass drum of Warsaw.

But whenever I decide, whenever I put my foot down, the lines around my mouth feel like I trace them on my mother's face.

My curse might have been that she forgot.
But looking at some video's of her last months, to her sweeping was business, and forgetting was release.
In the background Piaf sings she gives rat's ass about the past.