The Illusion1 min 13.7K 1 min 13.7K
Looking at me now,
What do you see?
The girl you left broken,
Young, wild and carefree.
But, Alas! My love,
The girl you see,
Is a loner trying to swallow her sorrows,
In wine and tea.
Her wild ravan hair seems to
cascade down her shoulders gracefully,
but only her room's walls know
in anger, she was going to tear'em free
Her wrists dance along the rhythm
But only the blades know,
how much they have to fathom.
Her hair curls around her neck delicately
But only the fan on the ceilings know ,
what she plans lately.
Oh darling !
You think the girl dancing wild,
You couldn't be more wrong, my love
She is an Illusion!
And yet she dances better than me,
Loves harder than me,
And lives fuller than me.