She waits for
Your moment,
Just wants to
Be noticed
Such magic
She's weaving
Her words so
Deceiving
She lives for
The fame
She's obsessed,
But that's not one she'll admit
So thank you for your little show
You are what makes me know what's real
To not become someone like you
Someone like you
You're waiting to tell her
How much that
You've loved her
But won't she
Surprise you
When your name
Eludes her
So perfect,
So fitting,
So many
Masks she lives in
Just one more lost and faceless blank conclusion
Someone like you
So thank you for your little show
You are what makes me know what's real
To not become someone like you
Someone like you
