Comedy, later – tragedy, tonight
Finding ourselves in a murderous plight
Myself the casualty and you with the knife
Plunge it in my back, and sap me of life
No more games, time to promulgate
Expose your true unmitigated hate
Inexplicable loathing as though I was scum
Reviled by you as though I was the Phantom
But my music of the night is only discord
Unable to see how I could be so deplored
Mercilessly, go on and rip out my heart
Naively I wait as you tear it apart
So dig the knife deeper as I play the fool
And leave me laying in an expanding pool
As dawn breaks, my body lays in new light
Too late for me - a tragedy last night
1 comment:
There's a certain element of Sondheim in this...I like it.
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