His life is over
He watched you cry: he saw you smile
He watched the young lord's eyes beguile
He heard your song, he watched you kiss
The moment of the most painful bliss
He heard Raoul talk of love heard you weep with sadness.
And gently gathered up the rose, as though made from Persian glass.
It was his fondest memory, and now his fondest dream.
Like a snow-covered mirror, though things were not what they seem.
He wrote an opera, out of love, and you refused to sing.
But when Raoul asked it of you, you said, "anything."
You sang that night with treachery for a broken heart.
For you knew that day, that you'd tear him apart.
He came to you and offered , for you to share his life.
All he ever wanted was a loving, living wife.
But you took his mask and with that touch.
Cast him back into night's dark clutch.
So he took you with him, down that cold dark path.
And as he shouted agony swam within his wrath.
He tried to kill your lover: you saved him with a kiss.
In that blissful moment the demons began to hiss.
He knew you did not love him and now he understood,
how glad he was and sorry that you never would.
For he thought he was a monster, and a piteous creature.
After all it was to him, etched in every feature.
He let you go, and were kind to give him the ring that to him you'd bind.
It brought peace to his heart and ease to his mind.
A smile to his lips and moistened his eyes.
That even with joy bitter tears cry.
For he know knew you loved him, so he set you free.
Now as he watches you his mind becomes a sea.
Memories dark, young and old.
Soften his heart turned so cold.
For now you've said loved him, and now his life is over.