You were captured by a facade,
an actress in a play.
So marvelous beneath the lights,
she doffed a mask by day.
She wore a paper costume
splashed with colors and with jewels;
you gazed into her gilded eyes
and swore you loved her too.
But the clock marched on and on,
and a rainstorm came around,
and when the raindrops hit the paper
the paper hit the ground.
You stood there so confused
as you realized who she was:
a horrible deceiver,
a mangler of your love.
She laughed through yellowed teeth
and batted bloodshot eyes;
she smiled at your sadness,
she grinned at your demise.
And she turned and left you shivering
as you wept amidst the street,
slashes ripped across your heart,
tears falling down your cheeks.
Boy, I want to run to you
and brush away your tears,
telling you I love you,
that I'd keep away your fears.
But you chose a paper beauty
and told me that I was plain.
So I turn and walk away from you...
and now, no love remains.
