He' s in your mirror, in your box, in your opera.
He's a real man.
He only wants love.
He loves, weeps, and cares like everybody else.
He's not so different from ourselves.
Albeit his murdering streak, the crazed side.
But he's also a genuis, and just a man.
We shun him because of his disfigurement.
Even though he wears a mask to hide it.
He's like a Don Juan, luring Christine with his music.
All he wants is love.