I told you that I remember things in flashes
And all I can remember is seeing you from backstage
And I know that you knew that I was there
But not there
As if the fake armour was real
And even if you should see me
You would not recognise me
Without my harlot's lips
At any rate, my fickle friend
I know that on stage,
I know that on stage,
Backstage,
In your arms
To you, I am never really there.
And I was absently following advice
A voice from another time once told me
Before I felt myself freeze over
Felt my blood turn to ice
Because that voice drips with poison honey
And I tried, I tried to tell you
I TRIED TO TELL YOU THAT THIS ISN'T RIGHT
This is my ugliness
I TRIED TO TELL YOU THAT I AM NOT
THAT I
COULDN'T
I WON'T EVER HURT YOU
BUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN
So there you are, my friend.
These are my thoughts that soar
Like meteors
In my lonely, empty heart tonight.
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