Pretty Lies
Pretty lies that you utter capture me
Your words hypnotize me
My better judgment begs me to dismiss your vocal declarations
You have me wrapped around your little finger
Spinning me around and around
Wrapping me tighter, getting a closer grip on me.
The power and control you have over me is overwhelming.
I hate you but I jump at your every command.
I want you more because of your rejection.
You play me like a violin and tug on the strings to control this puppet's every move
Waiting around for you
My schedule curtails to yours
Discouraged enough I try harder
But again I am dismissed
To look at you I see no splendor
Nothing special, not in the slightest
Not one magical quality
That could explain this phenomena
Stuck on this bus to Looserville
Cannot escape from your calamity
Want to be free of you, stop believing all your pretty lies
You are nothing and I know that now. Sienara baby.
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