There's more to me than what meets the eye,
But no one cares to see it.
I'm just a ghost who cannot fly,
It's what it is, so be it.
Changeling changes before my own eyes,
Morphing to something I can't recognize,
'Cause in my mind I specialize,
In picking truth from little lies.
Inside of you there is something different.
Something only you have the power to.
You don't need a key or a magic word.
All you need is the power of you.
Adam Michael Smith
Stroke my neck, kiss me one last time.
I am yours as you are mine.
Your captive, your slave, theres no way to escape.
Tranced by your spell, there's no way to awake.
She stares at herself in the mirror,
Unaware of what is truely inside.
Her vision has never been clearer.
She finally feels satisfied.