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Wednesday,Jun 8 2005, 01:27:24 AMCould she be me?
There's a woman on the internet, she looks a lot like me.
She's sweet, soft, strong and comforting, she's proud and fancy free.
My fingers do her typing and her webcam shows my face
And gradually bit by bit this woman takes my place.
She answers you with my own words, and uses them so well
That whoever has a problem must feel an urge to tell.
She is perfect company when someone's feeling blue
Ever sunny ever smiling - cause I feel lonesome too.
They all say she's so beautiful, she doesn't show my age
Her dark soft voice so tempting, they cannot leave her cage.
Though she strict declines false promises, warns off illusive dreams,
They still use her as sweet substitute in their imaginings.
This woman in the internet she goes by many names
She's offered souls and breaking hearts and even takes the blame.
They request time and comfort, so they switch her on
But there's not one among them who would miss her were she gone.
But she can never leave the internet, she never will walk free
And no one ever should forget: This woman is not real.
No, I am not this woman - that can never be
No, I am not this woman - this woman is not real.
© Neila S.R. Visitor 2004