Shot by the truth
Clapping echos from the booth
As the audience stands in ovation
I feel the oncoming damnation
The cheers fade
And my heart bleeds
My makeup runs away
And my chest heaves
I crawl across the stage
Back to my changing room
It doesn't matter my age
I'll always repeat my doom
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Author:
Noah (
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