May the truth of all things be told,
I will shape you into my mold
String you along by a thread,
Then make you feel heavier than lead
Lift me way up high,
I need to feel worthy of the sky
You think I am just what you need,
But that is just part of my greed
You will just be another name,
But late one night I will feel the blame
Wash over me like a storm,
But that has just become the norm
"What a witch", you tell your friend,
And I know I need to mend
But yes is always easier than no,
I famously go with the flow
I stare at my golden reflection,
Typically pray for affection
I'm never nice to the ones who fit me right,
Always he who stands under a rose colored light.