The curtain closes when I leave;
A gentle rose does not need followers
I shall stay away from narcissists
And the dark holes that follow them
For I am the leader of my own pact
And the stage is mine
Whenever I want it--
Whenever I want it, the stage is mine
And no one can devalue me
For my presence is mine
And all of the curtains I have closed
Are mine;
So don\'t tell me that I am pure
And don\'t tell me that I am blind
For love is triumph, as I love myself
For there is something so obscene about a non-human
You can\'t take my rose, you can\'t have it, no
I open my eyes
And I see you clearly
For these rose-colored glasses are in the trash
For the truth about theatre is ugly
The wild faces that have no glare
The passion that is impaired
Wholeheartedly, I feel sorry for the gentleman
With tattoos in his hair
Good Luck Macbeth Theatre...may you someday close down
With all of your alcoholics
And narcissistic pals--
I cannot believe I\'m dancing
On thin water;
I\'d rather die than to be in theatre
For without it, I have my peace of mind...
You can keep your champagne
You can keep your lesbian pride,
For \'pride\' is a word that shouldn\'t be used
Because you don\'t know what pride is--
For we are all people with hearts
Just the majority of human beings throw theirs away--
Adopt me! Adopt me!
Says no one,
How will you ever grow
When you don\'t even learn?
Never, never again...
Good Luck Macbeth Theatre...there goes your magic hour
For the smell of alcohol tempts me
For I am an alcoholic.
What a shame we couldn\'t be best friends
For I feel relentless now;
This gentle rose has beautifully died
And there is a sparrow in my eye
Good Luck Macbeth! Good Luck Macbeth!
I\'d rather see you die in the flames
For there is no use for you anymore
I am free from the bondage you\'ve spared.