The crowd’s a blurry ocean, waves I can’t quite ride,
Singing for ghosts that never show up in the night.
No cheers, no whispers, not even a slight smile.
Waiting for applause that’s been missing a while.

Why do I shout at a room, that’s already left?
When I could step down and let myself rest.
Perhaps it’s the high of knowing no one’s below,
Performing to the shadows in the afterglow.

Spotlight’s burning brightly as my spirit begins to dim,
“It’s not worth it!” I cry, aching from limb to limb.
I won’t bleed for a mob that I so desperately grieve.
With my head held high, I think I’ll just take my leave.