Amidst the shadows of sadness, hope emerges as the guiding light, illuminating the path to brighter tomorrows.

Like the fading echo of a melody, our story ends with a question, inviting the symphony of our imagination to compose the next verse.

On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then the saint turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts
You're just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie (I love the way you lie)
I love the way you lie (I love the way you lie)
Now there's gravel in our voices
Glasses shattered from the fight
In this tug of war you always win
Even when I'm right
'Cause you feed me fables from your head
With violent words and empty threats
And it's sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied (satisfied)
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts
You're just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie (the way you lie) (love the way you lie)
I love the way you lie (the way you lie) (love the way you lie)
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave
'Til the walls are going up
In smoke with all our memories (memories)
Oh
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts
You're just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie (the way you lie) (love the way you lie)
I love the way you lie (the way you lie) (love the way you lie)
I love the way you lie (the way you lie) (love the way you lie)
(The way you lie, the way you lie) (love the way you lie)

**Gnossienne No. 1** is a piano composition by the French composer Erik Satie, written in 1890. This piece is part of a set of three works titled "Gnossiennes," a term invented by Satie that suggests a free-form style of music.

Characterized by its mysterious and introspective nature, "Gnossienne No. 1" is notable for its lack of time signature, allowing for a fluid and interpretive performance. The piece is marked by a haunting, simple melody accompanied by unconventional harmonies that evoke an ethereal and meditative atmosphere.

With its timeless appeal and evocative quality, "Gnossienne No. 1" remains a favorite in the piano repertoire and is frequently featured in films and other media.

In the heart of isolation, where mountains meet the sky, the soul finds a place to dwell beyond the reach of time.

Empty spaces, what are we living for?
Abandoned places, I guess we know the score, on and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah
Inside my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
But my smile, still, stays on
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance, on and on
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I'm learning
I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning, round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
But my smile, still, stays on
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday, grow but never die
I can fly, my friends
The show must go on
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On with the show
I'll top the bill
I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the show
Show
Show must go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on