I see the way you look at me
With lust in your eyes
No real love to be found there
Underneath your disguise

And I’m tired of being the girl
Who says she doesn’t care
When nobody ever sees her
As if she’s really there

I can fulfill all your fantasies
But my true worth you’ll never see
As long as you keep looking
At the outside of me

© 2019 Michelle Cook

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