The cursed day she was left alone,
was the day that narcissism became a virtue.
She had no one to call her own.
No hero to save this lost soul.

Oh sweet narcissism
without it she is broken.
A lone wolf in an empty forest.
A flower without sun or water.
She won't give up, nor she'll give in.
She won't let them see her wither.

She's like a day without a night.
She has only herself to care for.
She's like darkness without light.
No one else will give her closure.

Oh sweet narcissism
without it she is broken.
A lone wolf in an empty forest.
A flower without sun or water.
She won't give up, nor she'll give in.
She won't let them see her wither.

No one could care less.
She will rise above them all.
No help for this damsel in distress.
She will not let them see her fall.
She loves but there is no lover.
She has her reflection and no other.

Oh sweet narcissism
without it she is broken.
A lone wolf in an empty forest.
A flower without sun or water.
She won't give up, nor she'll give in.
She won't let them see her wither.