Im still clapping
My illusionist
My performer
My phantom
But not for you
Not because,
I miss you
I ache for you
I still love you
But because
You are still performing your show
Your song and dance that others see
As your sweet innocence,
I see as your elegant performance,
If you show people your slight of hand
They never see whats happening
Behind the curtain
Pain
Abuse
Fear
But my sweet nothing
But i wont miss you
Ache for you
Love you

For how can i love someone
Who doesnt even exist?