Vanity is just a word
But it's the worst of your flaws
The only thing that I can't stand
The only thing that pushes me away from you
That which makes me whisper
Sometimes
Whisper
Vanity is a sin
I would really like to deter you
To spoil everything, spoil it
To break everything, with a weary gesture
To store in storage
Crazy love
That makes kings and queens crazy
Vanity is an insult
To the lost soul
Of childhood
To my intelligence or not
I don't really mind the outcome
I don't really mind the outcome
It's not worthy of you
Vanity from this perspective
Isn't the hand that strangles us
Just the sun that spins
When you would want it to remain straight
But eventually we realize
That it cracks the delicate future