violins play in my head

and my vision seems to be eclipsed in black and white

I don't tell you this

you would call me melodramatic

still my eyes they work at their own free will

and I  am to admire the curves and smile of an unearthly being

you won't let my heart be still

it beats repulsively in your hand

bent out of shape and discolored like rust

but its still yours

the curtains close

the credits

and I guess you're the star of the show

thats how my life ends, love

I hope you got your standing ovation.