Narcissus

His mother was a nymph
His father was a god
His beauty was divine
They consulted the wise
To be knowing when he dies
This is what they were told
He will grow old
Just never let him see himself Never let him see himself
What I desire is mine My wealth makes me poor consumed by the image of himself
He died as love soaked his mind Soaked his mind
A young man he became
Both men and women fell in love with him
But shy as he was, he sought solitude
Rejected whoever came by
I would rather die
Than you should have me
Than you should have me
What I desire is mine My wealth makes me poor consumed by the image of himself
He died as love soaked his mind Soaked his mind
Shameless the heartbroken souls
Ran away, hit in the wood
Till their very last day
Unable to seduce him
Or save him from himself
Narcissus' reflection
Was his own affection
What I desire is mine My wealth makes me poor consumed by the image of himself
He died as love soaked his mind
Soaked his mind