Seeming stripped of all the faults that you've a**essed You're possessed to impress Jilted facades are a losing game at best Your shadowed face, scattered hands, timid shrugs still displaced Let it spill onto the street, either way we're incomplete You know it doesn't hurt to cheat, hurt to cheat Hurt to cheat, hurt to cheat Broken mirror shards layed out and rearranged Still the same, just reframed Inverse reflection you're expecting to receive But when you seek, doesn't ring, any bells so to speak Let it spill onto the street, either way we're incomplete You know it doesn't hurt to cheat, hurt to cheat Hurt to cheat, hurt to cheat