Act 7: Old Flames

[manicmimic]

I don't want her anymore

Dreams are the voice of a young girl
With a beautiful singing voice

Reality is the voice of an old man
Shy and embarrassed that senility bested him

The young girl knows my good ear
But the old man makes me wonder

If I ever had a chance,
If this was at all worth it
And it I'll ever make up my mind.