it's universal

act III: open with a smile. the wind rustling through your sandy blonde hair reminds me exactly why i do this to myself. i have spend the last four hours sifting through love notes oh so cleverly written on napkins. i never thought i would see the day you were disarmed. i've begun writing for my autobiography and the last pages have been torn out.

i've begun writing for my autobiography. i forgot to include the part about you. you know, the three years i spent chasing after something i couldn't have. you know, the three years i spent chasing after you. the concrete echoes the sounds of our dancing shoes. my soliloquy has run out of time, now i'm back where i started. my shouts echo through the silence of this masquerade ball. you know, this is our song, although our love may be dead. you think dancing in this tomb is easy? i'm just trying not to wake the dead.