You sit alone in the front row,
of the theatre of lies.
You came to see a one-man show,
the curtains open,
I am thrown to the stage.

Acts go by,
Comedy, I look in to your eyes,
and smile,
Tragedy, I look again,
and I cry.

Curtains close,
you approach to greet,
I whip myself to bloodshed,
you say hello,
I am but a fish.