I don’t really know you… it’s probably not wise
Yet you act like we’re the best of friends
So I walk with you, with open but unseeing eyes
Questioning, always, what’s real and what’s pretend.
You came to me to seek my trust
YetI was still in the naivete of youth
You brought your smiles, your lies, your lusts
And gradually you rewrote the truth
Every lie you sold, I bought
You spoke wild tales with a solemn face
And even after how much we fought
You lie again with amazing grace.
You vanish without a word or goodbye
Once you have that which you’ve sought
I’m left with only a web of lies
