this is what we call a tragedy

Extraordinary Girl

In an ordinary world...
and I can't seem to get away.
He lacks the courage in his mind
like a child left behind
like a pet left in the rain.
I'm all alone.
Wiping the tears from my eyes
some days he feels like dying
some days it's not worth trying
Now that they both are finding
I get so sick of crying.
I see the mirror of myself
An image I want to sell
To anyone willing to buy
He steals the image in my kiss
from my heart apocalypse
from the one called Whatsername.