building my fake empire,

I start with the bricks

and tower up a castle

in which I may live.

building my fake empire,

I light the fire of the sun,

and scatter the skies with stars;

a wish for everyone.

building my fake empire,

I stack the world with books,

and people who will smile back

without broken looks.

building my fake empire,

I write a score of melodies

for the birds to sing as they fly,

and remind me we all are free.

building my fake empire,

I am the new Eve,

but in the place of Adam,

the space is empty.

Because in my dreams as I imagine my perfect world,

I realize it's no longer one that revolves around

me being your girl.

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