Phantom of the Opera

I once went to the opera
But the phantom wasn’t there!
I waited through the whole show
Waited for him to appear

But the phantom never showed up
The scene was empty and clear
After the show had ended
And everyone had dissapeared

So I became a phantom
And I haunt the righteous place
I cling upon the chandeliers
And laugh in palelit faces

I’ve traveled around the world
I’ve seen so many places
Now I hide without time
Within shadowless spaces

To erase my memories.
The phantom – Is me

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