Was it a huntsman or a player
That made you pay the cost
That now assumes
relaxed positions
And prostitutes your loss
Were you tortured
by your own thirst
In those pleasures
that you seek
That made you Tom the curious
That makes you James the weak
And you claim
you got something going
Something you call unique
But I've seen
your self pity showing
And the tears
rolled down your cheeks
Soon you know I'll leave you
And I'll never look behind
Cos I was born for the purpose
That crucifies your mind
So con convince your mirror
As you've always done before
Giving substance to shadows
Giving substance ever more
And you assume
you got something to offer
Secrets shiny and new
But how much of
you is repetition
That you didn't whisper
to him too