Changing your perfume

If I could see what she had seen
The true, the fake, and all between
The world reflected in a screen
But strange, distorted and unclean
The ordin’ry become obscene
My thoughts could never be serene
Or cope with everyday routine
But if I saw behind her eyes
Through the fear, and past delusion
I’d see the girl I recognise
Lost inside her sad illusion
But though I know this, I still fear
Madness should somehow find me here
And so I wait. And here I stay.