She calls to me, an object of attention,
Yearning for affection,
Wanting to see perfection in her reflection
Endlessly punished by introspection
Only tasting the sting of rejection
Her heart became filled with malice,
As if by intravenous injection
With no protection, her mind swelled with insurrection
She tried to hide how she feels,
But she's an open wound, a caesarean section
So I guess it's up to me to make the correction
To show her what it is to love,
And lead her in the right direction
To bring back the light in her eyes,
A shining stars resurrection