She was in love with the perception of me
I was dying every day little by little
She told me what i was thinking
I silently nodded she guessed it right
Her love was untakably enough
She saw what she wanted to see
She clouded herself with her plans
Where everyone puppeted roles out.
I was one of her favorite dolls
I saw myself being glanced as a fancy princess in a ball
I knew what she did,why she did
She was a piece of me grown wild
I read her thoughts out loud
Yet tried hard not to slip a sound out
I was a perception, nothing real at all
She was in love with the perception of me
And i was afraid to let her down
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