A/N: I don't own the Phantom. But I wish I did.
No one would listen…
No one but her, you fool,
And you threw it all away!
For what? A shallow shield?
Some piece of leather for love?
How stupid, how pathetic
To know your only hope for love
Has been dashed upon the rocks.
And yet, you old creature,
You hideous fiend,
You still hope to be forgiven?
Why would she even care?
She has love already,
What's the loss of mine to her?
She knows the truth now,
Her guardian 'angel' is no more.
Instead, just a man, a monster
Looking for acceptance, for love,
And going about it the wrong way.
Always the wrong way.
Instead of happiness, I give her fear.
Instead of light I give her darkness.
My meagre offerings meant nothing to her.
After all, why should she care? She doesn't.
I'll only be remembered as a dream,
A nightmare to haunt her forever,
Terrorising her on those dark and stormy nights.
Maybe it's better that way.
…Maybe it's better to not be remembered at all.
