Written on her mind
Was a false story
The words of her talking
To him in her diaries
Although she rarely gets to see him
Since the day he lost interest
Filling her mind with lucid dreams
Leaving her clinging and obsessed
I watch her everyday
Lost in a world where he’s there for her
And of her, she seems so content
Dancing in visions that are so blur
I wonder what she’d go through
Once the vicious truth
would burst upon her
The emptiness that’ll consume her
When she’ll recognise her untrue lover
And for now I can just watch her
Together with him in the delusion
For I’m too scared to bring it upon her
The ache of the hindsight,
due to her own seclusion.