Theatre of Second Chances
Mistakes explode like pyro when you're center stage
You'll never see a gig in this town again.
Make-up drops like bombs on the unholy land
They won't ever care for your face ever again.
And when the (fake) blood drips down your face
They'll laugh at your disgrace
But you smile, because you know that you're still there
Doll, yes you are.
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