11. Finale
What's the point of looking back at the past?
when every memory burns like salt on wounds,
and even the sweetest moments can become
the regrets of what I could have been
I feel like I have pieces of glass in my hand
that won't let me hold hands with anyone
The only thing that stops me
From putting an end to this is the fear of death
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stop looking at me
I cannot bear this anymore
whatever is chasing me,
just come and make me disappear into the void
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take me down
down where I can't fall
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is everyone in their seat?
are you ready for the show?
a man who's life turned into shit!
hope you enjoy the play!
please, take a good look
you don't want to miss
some hilarious scenes
laugh, come on, screw up
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You are not forced to suffer, you are not the victim, nor the culprit.
You are not doomed to loneliness,
don’t you remember there was someone in the audience who admired you?
Terry, beyond the limelight has always been admiring Calvero.
Let the curtain open to shamelessly show the life of a man,
fragile like everyone else.
May the lights show the truth, no one will direct you
I will be there, in the crowd
clapping to break the silence
your bouquet in the dressing room…
your follow spot on stage…
the eyes on your play.
I'm here too, watching you…
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Life’s so fractal if you think about it,
in the end, you can show love even through lies.
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None of us has ever hated you
You mistook indifference for hatred
Obsession for love
And love for indifference
You reserved your worst lies
for your biggest fan
and he was you the whole time
we all were you all along…