Friday, 23 May 2008

Beautiful Lies

You did it again,
Trampled all over me, like I'm some door mat.
Smiled sweetly, as you gutted my insides.
You played me like a puppeteer,
like a guitarist, you knew what strings to pull
so I was moving to your tune.
Didn't know what you were doing till you left
and I found you'd taken everything-
Given me nothing.
Never mind that you'd done it before.
I threw caution to the wind
and listened to your beautiful lies-again.
But even for that I could forgive myself.
I just cant forgive myself
for loving you still.