You'd see your worst nightmares.
You'd see broken hearts.
You could see lost and faded poetry.
Oh yes, it's full of boggarts.
And when you reach the core,
Nothing you'll see is true.
You'd see us being lost together,
Making love on 7th avenue.
You'd see a torn apart soul,
Shattered into pieces.
It was my own fault,
With time, the pain eases
You'd see me pleasing you all day,
And of course, swapped around.
I'm actually wondering,
Somehow, you haven't found it out.