ghost of the greatest show

we were the perfect disaster
a story forged in destiny’s hands
a coincidence tempered and tested by fate
you played right into the trap

there was a fork in your path
the night that we talked
you picked the wrong road
another knife in my back
straight through to my heart

you never explained
and i’m pulling the curtain
this show is over
before it’s even begun

the script was never finished
the final line is a question
my character never got the chance to ask

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You could've been my golden age.