Last Act
(Brittany Rotondo / John Faye)

She always puts on her face of stone
Only to cover the flaws
Then she realizes she's all alone
With no one left to call
Her shaking hands flick that light
And spark a cancer stick
Her skin is pale and almost white
And she looks so bitter sick
Tears fall down and burn her soul
As the smoke fulfills her brain
There it goes, her heart is coal
Right before it's slain

In the last act
In the last act
A broken heart on such a winter's day
It's her last act
She can't turn back
In the last act of this passion play

Trying hard to utter only a single word
The silence makes her shudder
When nothing else was heard
All that remained was black
In a world that shined so vibrant
Slipping through the cracks
And falling down so silent
The desperate cries for help
Die with the burning ash
The only thing she felt
Was going to be her last..

In the last act
In the last act
A broken heart on such a winter's day
It's her last act
She can't turn back
In the last act of this passion play