
Through Her Eyes
I remembered once being there,
It felt so familiar.
The warmth of the lights,
Working against stage fright,
The round of applause,
The audiences dropped jaws.
It couldn’t have been me though
Couldn’t have been me
The movement erased
As I stare at her face
I left her down
They’ll know all over town
That this is me
Failure is me.
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