I walk these empty curtains, shadows on my name, Spent a lifetime climbing ladders built from other people’s pain. I pushed the young ones out — made rivals disappear, Shook hands with crooked power just to keep my spot right here. But now the lights are colder, the stage feels out of tune, And every voice around me falls just like a dying moon. Then truth, it hits me softly — like a mirror in the rain: I’m just another singer with a hollow, fading fame. I’m a stage phantom — drifting in the glow, A king without a kingdom, just applause that comes and goes. Surrounded by pretenders, and I’m one of them, I know — Chasing money, chasing bodies, losing what I used to show. Stage phantom — that’s all I’ve become, A ghost of a voice, a heart gone numb. I fooled myself for decades, believed I had the gift, But every note I’m holding now is trembling, weak, and stiff. The singers all around me — they mimic what they see, But none of them loves music… they’re reflections, just like me. We dream of golden pockets, of lovers on the side, Not melodies or meaning — just egos to be flied. And now I’m left here thinking, beneath this dying beam, What was all my scheming worth if I killed my only dream? I’m a stage phantom — drifting in the glow, A king without a kingdom, just applause that comes and goes. Surrounded by pretenders, and I’m one of them, I know — Chasing money, chasing bodies, losing what I used to show. Stage phantom — that’s all I’ve become, A ghost of a voice, a heart gone numb. If I could turn back time — I’d sing for something real. Not fame, not greed, not empty pride, But the truth I used to feel. Stage phantom — fading in the light, A legend built on whispers that vanishes tonight. Surrounded by the echoes of the singers I betrayed, I see the ghost I am… and the ghost I made. Stage phantom — curtain’s coming down, A voice without a purpose in a glitter-painted town.
