Take a seat,
In the front row.
For tonight of all nights
The truth will show
She sits on an empty stage
One mask in her hand
The other on her face.
She takes a deep breath
And turns to look at the crowd.
While they turn off the lights
And light up some candles.
For the less they can see her
The more she can handle.
She shows them colors
Of every kind
She even sings a happy song
That doesn’t rhyme
The crowd applauds
And leaves behind
An empty girl
With too much on her mind.
She watches as the last person leaves the show
Then she takes out her gun
And ends it all
With one big blow.
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