He sees through her narcissistic ways
And laughs as she gets frustrated
The crowds gaze her up and down
She looks at her face
When no ones around
N.Y. has her wrapped up in pavement
So used and spent
Days come and went
Even the friends have walked away
Not knowing what to say
The faimly she’s left behind
Stay close in her mind
He is serious
But kind to her
A woman some call mother
A weekend lover
Chasing a dream
She is not what she seems
He breaks her chain
Takes the anger and pain
Holds up the morror
To her blinded eyes
“This is what I see”
He whispers
A fragmented reflection
As the world swallows me
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