Life is but a mirror of illusion, Happiness and pain an infusion, You're just so awfully gifted at how you play, I was the warmhearted prey.
I want no sympathy, I can only evolve through the chasing of symphonies, I feel like the monster under the bed, It's probably all in my head.
My pain was her amusement, I'm so confused on her judgement, My mind is in total confusion, For i was under your illusion.