Looks like her, Sounds like her,

Feels like her, But it’s not her...

Fresh off the wreck, ring still boxed at 2 AM

Trust keeps ticking, pain compounds again

Money moves fast, but the hurt won’t mend

He ran where money buys what you pretend

Women at the table, strangers for hire

“You look broken” I say, “I’m financed, but tired”

Every smile staged, but nothing hits true

She was the verse, but they’re proxies on cue

She’s not yours. She’s not waiting.

You’re not whole. You’re just faking.

This is a rebound, and you love it.

He liked them cunning, fluent in pain,

Girls who could smile while yanking his chain.

He’d say, “You remind me of someone I used to know,”

They’d laugh, “Yeah, and you remind me of someone who won’t let go.”

Cheap cotton sheets, rooftop heights,

Motorbike flights, staged delights.

But every stand‑in rehearsed the role,

A mimic of passion that swallowed him whole.

“Say her name. I know you want to.”

Pick a silhouette, spin the wheel,

A hollow carousel, none of it real.

Every hand I hold, every cheek I brush,

It’s all excess, but never enough.

Bodies near, but the soul ain’t there,

Skin so close, but their hearts don’t care.

She stole my rhythm, fractured my game,

Doppelganger smiles can’t carry her name.

“You think I don’t know what this is? I do.

You set your terms, I set mine.”

Money’s a mirror, it reflects what you chase.

And he chased his past in every place.

The trust kept paying, the nights kept stacking,

But the ache kept splitting, sharp and cracking.

He wasn’t prodigal, no return, no reset.

Just a man with a monthly check and mounting moral debt.

She was elite, untouchable, gone.

They were reachable, beautiful,

Wrong.

"You want someone who reminds you of her,

but not enough to hurt."

She’s not yours. She’s long gone.

You’re not whole. You play along.

This is a rebound, and you cling to it.

I thought I could forget.

Turns out, she’s the only one I recall.