The mask revealed.

Exposure, towards your composure of screams
Theatrical it was how you acted on the crime scene
No choreography that could be done by human at least,
It was the dance of the beast,
Never thought that it was you who had the lead in this parade,
You danced with me all along like it was a masquerade,

As naked as I was standing there,
As naked the truth revolves open and bare,
When you found out everything was a game,
You know what they say:
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Romance is dead, thanks to you,

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