But the show doesn't end
Walking through the shadows
He's practicing his lines
Waiting for a promising light
From some young lady
Wishing she was by his side
At home he does not need the
Light for all he has on his
Mind is light from a young
Lady, too young for him
But to old for anyone else
This young lady he waits
For is his death angel
Changes
Slowly through the changes
I see you don't really love me
But use me for my tender heart
Squeezing it like it was a toy
Then holding me class like I was
A person
Willing to love you
No more will I cry
Now you are gone for good
With your head in my hands
Blood everywhere
I am finally happy
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