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.