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