They say a day without that special someone,
Is like a year without rain.
But it's been so dry in my world,
And I think I know why.
I thought I had everything,
A perfect boyfriend,
A perfect house,
A perfect life.
Alas, nothing gold can stay,
And all falls apart.
Holes appear in the fabric,
Of my superficial life.
They all start to disappear,
And I find I'm all alone,
Surrounded by a swarm of people,
Dying to be my friend.
They don't look past the exterior,
They don't see my soul.
They see my Gucci bag,
And that's all they need to know.
I want to shatter this false reflection,
To dig up what's inside,
But I lack the courage needed,
So I'll just cower in my shell.
Waiting until someone smashes this prison of mine,
For that special person to come by,
And see through this glass body.
I'll be the princess trapped in the tower.
But until then, my world is dry,
Because I'm waiting for that someone,
Because a day without that someone,
Is a year without rain.
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