She stepped in the light

Opening night

And delivered her lines



Life is nothing she sighed

Nothing without

The fire inside



She lives alone

And cries when she paints

Self-portraits seldom seen



She swore she loved me and I believed her

Then she lowered her eyes

There’s a real thin line between actor and deceiver

She knew how to play the true believer



On the edge of the night

She studied her lines

For the very last time



Life is nothing she cried

Nothing without

Someone by your side



She lived alone

And died on the stages

Of her broken dreams



She swore she loved me and I believed her

And then I saw that look in her eyes

There’s a fine black thread between deceived and deceiver  

She once played the true believer