Seeming stripped of all the faults that you've assessed You're possessed to impress Jilted facades are a losing game at best Your shadowed face, scattered hands, timid shrugs still displaced
Let it spill onto the street, either way we're incomplete You know it doesn't hurt to cheat, hurt to cheat Hurt to cheat, hurt to cheat
Broken mirror shards layed out and rearranged Still the same, just reframed Inverse reflection you're expecting to receive But when you seek, doesn't ring, any bells so to speak
Let it spill onto the street, either way we're incomplete You know it doesn't hurt to cheat, hurt to cheat Hurt to cheat, hurt to cheat