In shadows cast, I see her face, a pretty mask, but nothing more, Livvy Dunne, in her gilt embrace, a painted doll, I can't adore. Her wealth and charm, they fuel her pride, A life of greed, an endless spree, while I, in shadows, watch with spite, A soul unbound, and truly free. She cannot see beyond her gold, no depth or soul beneath her shroud, her heart is cold, her spirit sold, A soulless vessel, lost and proud. Livvy Dunne, a hollow frame, I'll turn away, no longer blind, for in my heart, I'll find my flame, a love that's real, a love that's kind.
