I lie at the mercy
Of his charming lies
Of his fascinating deceits
A king of pain
With his throne
In my heart...
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The tumult in my soul
Rumbles
The ache in my being
Tumbles
The Tears in my eyes
Scramble
From the deepest of depths...
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He loves his game
He wins all the time
His tangled web
Has me trapped in space
Hopelessly I stay
When I should be far gone...
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I moan in agony
I bemoan my fate
For accepting
His strings of lies
For lying helpless
On his bed of solid deception...
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A masked face
Sweet candy words
I accept them all
Though worthles
Though hopeless
Though nothing
But a mass of tangled web...
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