Empty

If you had it your way I’d have a ventriloquist mind. Everything would be perfect and I’d be so on time. You have tricks up your sleeves, but I would be blind. The memories have disappeared and you’d be so kind. We would travel the world in blissful sin. You’d shower me with empty compliments that shine Like diamonds and jade. And I’d think that thinking would ruin our home. So I’d move with the light and the sound, hand in hand while You’d be the man. Huffing and puffing about all of your fame, and me, Your girl, I’d never recognize your game. And you’d win. My soul would end and we’d form into one, Blind to misery and in fear of the gun. Breathing would stop and I’d look around in search Of a past nowhere to be found. trapped in a life I never chose, Unfamiliar faces and you staged in a pose. Your ego larger than the box in which I’m enclosed.