The Blue Lady

Looking to your own reflection
Feeling insecure and lost
Meditating on the pressure cameras watching
All the time vanity and confusion

Follows with anxiety and suffering as if
Life were just some illusion or neverending
Nightmare the eye of the camera and
Every shot brings a new nightmare
Every shot steals another part of the soul

You seek the treasures of heaven but are
Trapped in what seems as if an everlastibng hell
The Blue Lady sad and in the dark
The Blue Lady crying inside walking through the park

Sitting in you room you try to appear happy
Yet your life and insecurity you constantly feed
Till the days of your youth you soon forget
The Blue Lady a candle of warnth and life and still be lit.