I swore I would never replace you

But here I am staring at the back of someone else's

Head

She can't be you; she's too refined

Soaking in the light where you would have shined

And they say she's the one with the soul

And I try to see her that way

But she's nothing but another body

Empty

I can't fill her; I'm too old

Her heart is pyrite, yours was gold