Narcissistic Woman

The dust finally clears
Behind all my grand escapes,
And I can see clearly
The look of defeat on these faces.

I've been a slave all along,
Trapped in a world of delusions.
The tortured romantic with a lost soul
Is just a girl that can't face her own reflection.

Disconnected from myself,
I drifted until my heart turned black.
Karma's been serving her daily specials;
Now I feel your pain in the flashback.

Love was a game in my mind :
Just a high I chased like a junkie.
Plans for the future are like ghosts
Perfect for spinning a camp fire story.

In hindsight, I see the damage done,
And I wonder how I can be so cold.
I suppose I'm meant to just carry this;
I should've known better when we talked of growing old.