Classic Poem

Your eyes don't shine like they used to shine,
And the thrill is gone when your lips meet mine.
I'm afraid the masquerade is over,
And so is love, and so is love.
Your words don't mean what they used to mean.
They were once inspired, now they're just routine.
I'm afraid the masquerade is over,
And so is love, and so is love.
I guess I'll have to play Pagliacci
And get myself a clown's disguise,
And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
With tears in my eyes.
You look the same, you're a lot the same,
But my heart says, “No, no you are not the same.”
I'm afraid the masquerade is over,
And so is love, and so is love.