Mannequin

You were born in a dream
That caught my eyes in between
Your half-crooked smile
That has kept you running for miles

Nothing more than a mannequin
Who I see over and over again
There’s nothing real about this place
Created for a lonely boy’s embrace

And when the visionary world ends
The wounds can no longer mend
I am left with no trace
Of the fairytale world, soon to be erased