"I will continue to live in this world of fantasy."
"What if the truth you believed in wasn't truth at all?"
"Then I will follow this lie to the grave."

When did we accept settling for compromises?  Why have we become so complacent?  When did love take a back seat?

I am so fed up.

Can you hear the music playing now?
A bittersweet harmony resounds.
It stings me with each note.
Spells out words we never wrote.

This was all conducted from the beginning.
I just sat and played grinning.
So proud that you saw me play.
The strings sounded as the first day of May.

But now the symphony drags on.
Melodies keep coming out wrong.
The house is nearly empty.
But you're still here to watch me.

Your royal show ends in discord.
Why would you want an encore?
All of us musicians are spent.
You still clap for all you instruments.