I should have known from the start,
A demon like me will never win a heart.
And now she is gone,
We have reached the light of dawn.
The light of my dead hope.
Why did I have to love?
I was always a fallen dove.
I was always the host,
Of that evil thing, the Opera Ghost.
And yet, I was also the Angel of Music,
For her, my love.
My dead hope.