I can was feel the void
The absence taking over me
Love was mine to hold
You took it as it reached my skin
Still the show goes on
The lights are up, but no ones here
Flowers in my lungs
Your Icey breath will freeze them dear
In my head
You're a bed of roses
Where my hands are tied
(Behind me)
In my bed
Curtains fall
Then I wonder
Where I am
(It's lonely)
Walking in and out
I'm nothing but revolving doors
But I called you out
And now you've never loved me more
Still the show goes on
The act of choice has found her role
I'm the substitute
Who'll never leave the dressing room