My fingers run through her hair so gently
I trace all the lines on her hands
I like to listen to her talk so faintly
Until I begin to misunderstand
Why her skin prickles my thoughts
And how her words pierce like ice
This is when I rethought
How it was a cover up for a sacrifice
The smoke and mirrors to gain my trust
The lies told to receive my love
Would once again leave me in disgust
With which she would soon remove
I can't resist the lies she tells
To put it quite simply, nobody can leave her hell
