Her talents are everlasting - a gallant display,
Cautiously enduring the audience of termites
Oh, how delicately it falls into disarray;
But say, who's to blame?

An actress, talents gallantly displayed, life short and fleeting,
She knew, she knew, and yet for a bitter sacrifice she maimed,
Tearing away into her own soul, why, for what reason?
Well because my darling -- all the world's a show.

The audience strays away from the deeper meaning,
Gazing upon the flesh and bone as they realize -
Where is her bark? Where is her taste?
But no cares come to her aid, no empathy.

She does not demand it, she knows it well
That for her practice comes no pain to quell
A perfection gallantly displayed, without corners, without a speck of hate
How hideous she is inside, how many eyes she does hide.

And with everyone gone, there comes a time
When no matter how much is shown outside
When the realization sweeps over and she looks to herself,
And says, "How hideous I am inside, but really -- I'm to blame."