Narcissism

He's not there, he's left for happy places
The way they should be up there
With a bag containing all his faces
Sad, sweet, pleased, dead precisely
Jesus help him find his way back up there
Jesus help me stand back on my feet again
He's been grey, he's been there for ages
Feels like the sailor's widow
He's given her his faceless, yet cheap portrait
Narcissistic kind of payment
Jesus help him find his way back up there



Credits
Writer(s): Petros Vyzoukis
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