Dust clings on my lashes
as I watch this old movie again
This never ending love story
of a single man and too many women

His vanity overcomes me as he dashes
out of my life, into my pain
I try so hard to hang on, not feel sorry
Looking over the past, how it was then

He was not the magic man
Just a copy cat
A little too fat
And so sad

On a push of a button, I rewind fast
to the beginning when under the rain
he stands there, his hat heavy
with the weight of his burden

His ways awakens the hell out of ashes
from journeys of dullness signed in shame
he searches in vain the depth of feminity
for burning desire, some fumes of when

He was not the only man
Just a copy cat
Of this and that
And I only felt bad

Time froze as pause washes our faces
leaving your soul with a single lane
headed straight forward into our own reality
We are the same, we take and don’t lend

Play the movie again until guilt lashes
Don’t you see the emptiness from blame
pulls out the guts from my belly
Which one should make amends?

You, the copy cat
Or the women who wear your hat

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