Here I am,
at the Masquerade Ball.
I’m all by myself.
No one that loves me is here at all.
The one I love is here though.
I see him over there.
I make my way to where he is
and compliment his hair.
He’s wearing a nice black suit
and a mask that’s shiny black too.
I’m talking to him now.
I hope I won’t say something I’ll rue.
He’s just my friend,
but he asks me to dance.
The way he makes me feel
might put me in a trance.
I look at him and think how he’ll never be mine.
A sad, slow song comes on.
Then he planted a kiss right on my lips
and I knew for sure I was wrong.