The flashbulb goes off,
It’s quieter than silence,
The make-up is on,
the mirrors are broken.
They don’t know you any more,
You are just another face.
They think you have gone,
Though you haven’t really left.
You have known sadness and hate,
You have seen envy and lies,
But there’s nothing left to fight,
When a dream dies.
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