Fools and Masks (Fading Roses)

I pinch myself-I'm dreaming

This scene just cannot be

Tattered souls drifting in the breeze

And your empty shell in front of me

I'm falling to this party's end

Watching your life drift away

It was never meant to end this way

Now you're tomorrow's red headline

I guess they'll say, nevermind.

A fearful state-you're deadly

Watch all sanity flee

Guttering candles burn still

And yet you're beyond me.

I'm falling to this party's end

Watching your life drift away

It was never meant to end this way

Now you're tomorrow's red headline

I guess they'll say, nevermind.

The End

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