In their eyes
The only thing flowing out of that lovely gash in your arm
Are streamers dyed in red
As the sloppily carved gash reforms into a delicate line
The burning spotlight calls the unwanted attention
Your magic trick didn't work, but on with the show you will have to go

In their eyes
You're an attention whore
You won't stop preforming so they won't look behind the curtain
how can they tell when the show ends or starts
You won't let them see, You can't stop the show
You would lose your audience that way

In their eyes
The ropes keeping the curtains closed are pretty decorations
In your eyes they end the show, for good
They can keep backstage covered, and they can hold you
The applause as the show ends reassures you
Atleast you gave them a good show