There's a reflection of people in a mirror,
The sight plays out like a story.
It's of a girl to young to be.
Her face, made up like a doll.
She’s playing a game of dress up
and its a game only she is playing

There is a man some where near
his back is turned towards her.
You did good, i had a good time,
words mumbled back and forth
He say he’ll call, he swears he will.
She knows the truth, he wont.
That would be nice she responds
Neither bothered to ask for a phone number

I imagine she doesn't care
I imagine she doesn't want to
His name she will never remember
Her name never mattered

In her mind she is some place else
looking for a feeling of something promised
Dreaming of someone who will keep it
For all she is seeing is

A silhouette of a man in a doorway
A man who is really just a boy.
His cloths like a costume.
He’s playing a game of make believe and its a game only he is playing.