Take A Bow

Gone. Finished. Over. Done.
I've said goodbye to my number one.
You stole our dreams and my pride,
you killed it, our love has died.

So as the curtain begins to fall,
do you regret anything at all?
The audience would miss you dearly,
they never knew you, clearly.

We ran off the script scenes ago,
screaming at darkness only we know.
Your grasp for glory made us corrupt.
Love or fame, which to give up?

Gather your bags, your roses and applause.
New life begins through the stage doors.
I'll find the character you tore apart,
collecting the pieces of shattered heart.

Smile now, darling, they love you so,
but I'm not sad to see you go,
because you ruined it, it's dead now.
So go on, murderer, take a bow.