Reflection

Reflection

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Reflection. It almost looks like the real me.
But of course, it isn’t. It’s just an image.
Just like your fake love for me which is garbage.

You say you care and want me to be happy.
Then why are you with somebody else, missy?
It would be better if you tell me frankly.
Admit that you love another and not me.

Looking at the water, I see reflection.
It reminds me of your pseudo affection.
Your hugs and smiles hide the truth effectively.
But I can see it in your eyes, so clearly.

The man that you’re with, do you really love him?
Or are you just dallying with his feelings?
I’m afraid that he might end up just like me.
A victim of subterfuge, oh, you skanky!

But you know what? You can change. There’s still hope left.
Try to be a lady, turn away from theft.
Stealing the hearts of people is not decent.
It’s a crime, girl, and you know, you should repent.

One last look at my reflection and I smile.
I recall the days when your love was worthwhile.
You’re a two-timer now and I do hate you.
But there was a time when we shared love that’s true.