The music that we made together,
Is over now, I find.
The Phantom of the Opera,
Is banished from your mind.
I wish there was some other way,
Your lover I could fight.
I miss the sweet and haunting sound,
Of the Music of the night,
For now that you have left me,
My life has been in shade.
No more will I partake in,
This deadly Masquerade.
I wonder what did happen
To the Wandering child I knew.
To give all of your love to me,
Was all I asked of you
I’ve lost all strength within me,
To write those threatening Notes.
Look now, what became of,
The murderous Opera Ghost,
That brazen Prima Donna,
Took your place whenever asked.
Stranger than you dreamt it
Was the face behind the mask.
The Prologue to my demise,
Was when I was left by you.
However did you escape,
My magical lasso.
Why so silent, Little Lotte?
Do you Think of me at all?
I Remember your applause,
When the curtain began to fall.
When you looked into The Mirror,
Oh, your skin so soft and pale.
You did not see the monster,
From Madame Giry’s Tale.
I must yet Learn to be Lonely,
Overcome by grief at last.
I must travel Down once more,
To the caverns of the past.
They shall not Track down this murderer,
They’ll never find me in shame.
I’ll spend my lifetime Wishing
You were somehow here again.
How desperate I was to love you,
Driven down a killing path.
Oh how I loved the sabotage,
Of, “Poor fool, he makes me laugh.”
I still admire your statue,
Though the real you is long gone.
Since the failure of my trap,
In the performance of, “Don Juan.”
The life of the Angel of music,
Was a failure, I know too well.
Did you ever tell the secrets,
Of the angel that was in hell?
How could Raoul stand it,
Saying, “We have all been blind,”
When you said, “Raoul, I’ve been there,
To the prison of his mind.”
The Journey to the cemetery,
The Swordfight with your love,
Are all a distant memory,
Like the Chandelier crash from above.
An Overture ever to play,
A new Christine to lull.
No girl could ever defeat your
Perfect vocals in, “Hannibal.”
My lord, Why have you brought me here,
To The Fairground ever to burn?
I am afraid that you have sailed away,
Past The point of no return