My eyes seek yours, but they will never meet, since you are starring into your black screen
So I speak, my mouth forming the words of appreciation,
But your ears are filled with rubber(ish)
I reach for your hand, but in your palm already lies the woman of your dreams
How am I to compare to her glassy delicacy?
She’s smart, she’s strong, she’s obedient, she’s loyal and she doesn’t have moodswings
I notice the way you light up when she’s lit up

But even for her working  overtime is a tiring impossible mission, and suddenly she’s tapped of energy
You cry, and I don’t know if it’s because your only option left is to talk to me
Only your reflection stares back at you on that black mirror of yours now.

I know how much you loved her spell
You don’t even notice I’m gone.