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Exit Stage Right
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The Reaping The curtain is raised
And I stand there all alone.
As I begin to tell my story,
My voice fills the microphone.
I hear my heart
Start to spill out of the speakers.
I'm nervous, and the mic is slipping
From my sweaty fingers.
I hold on tight
And reveal to the crowd
That their support is like falling
Straight through a cloud.
"I'm done with you all,
I've had enough."
I complain, I explain,
I do all that stuff.
I finish my speech
And drop the mic.
The echo pierces my chest
With the force of a spike.
Thank you, thank you. Applause. Applause.
I'm here all night.
Their heads all turn left
As I exit stage right.
The curtain then falls,
And the lights fade to black.
I wish they would have heard
More than just the feedback.
