They said in her younger days her beauty was enough to drive men wild

But the hunger in her body then was not the hunger of some lonely child

Like a butterfly in springtime searching every field for loving's sweetest rose

The embrace of many strangers still could not release her from the hold

In the backstreets and the bedrooms all she's found is disappointments bitterly

While the love that she's too often found was not enough to satisfy her needs

She's older than the years she holds and ageing fast with each day passing by

On a downhill run to nowhere cause the hunger never can be satisfied

The reflection in her mirror's not the image she remembers in her mind

Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger and the acid winds of time

She has danced the tune her demons play and payed the piper dearly for his song

Empty now of all her pride but still inside her hunger's just as strong

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The reflection in her mirror's...