The Last Reel

The cameras roll, the velvet curtain parts In this expensive gallery of broken hearts. The director calls for action, but he's looking past My face. I'm just a placeholder, a filler for the Space. Today, he wants a starlet with a dress of Spun gold, someone with a story that's already Been told. I've memorized the lines I'll never get to say. I've painted on a smile to keep the ghosts Away, but the spotlight's always turning, Seeking someone new while I'm just a shadow In a cinematic blue. They'll choose the girl in the coat frame. They'll learn her face, they'll love her name, But on the scene, they cut the part they Never keep, a silent promise that the world Refuses to Reap. My friends are auditioning for someone else's heart. My own damn life won't let me play the Part. I'm standing in the light, But I'm transparent as the sea. No one ever, ever chooses Me. Tomorrow, there's a redhead with a vintage tragic Flair. The flashbulbs start to pop for the diamonds In her hair. I'm sitting in the trailer drinking coffee, Getting cold, watching how the legends and the lies Are being sold. I'm the extra in the background walking through the Rain, a nameless character who's mastered Every Pain. It's a beautiful movie, it's a wonderful show, But I'm the only one who has nowhere To go. Even the mirror is choosing a different View. Even my destiny is looking For you. Cut, print, delete me. They'll choose the star, they'll choose the glow, They'll watch the premiere, they'll watch the show, But I'm the rolling reel fading in the dark, A cold silhouette without a spark. My friends, my life, the whole damn scenery, They all refuse to choose me. The credits are rolling, the lights are coming Up, But I'm still Here in the Dark.