Skilled in a craft, that you are
One that takes hope and leaves scars
A profession of discretion when truth is demanded
game of thieves in a den of players
this trade of yours is a sickly twisted art.
Silver with your tongue, you can be
forked like a serpent you play two fields
take contradicting angles with a hypocrite's seal
talk to demons and angels making underhanded deals
what you appear is not who I now see
for truth reveals you're in the business of breaking hearts.
Sweet with your eyes, poisonous vice
everything nice until I chanced to think twice
you listened and heard where my weaknesses were
you took credit for my success so you could bring me down again
and to think, I actually thought you were different
but in the grand scheme, you took the charade too far.
So farewell, no, good riddance, I say
you pretended the best but the worst is what came
Go ahead, tear me up, talk behind my back
you always loved drama, but you'd deny that
wasted years, wasted tears, no more of this
some friend you turned out to be
honestly now you're just pitifully sick
though it hurts to speak the words I must,
I hope you're happy.
and no, check your ego, I'm not jealous, dear.
I'm just saying, I'm gone.
look around, I'd be surprised if anyone's there.
Truth reveals your true nature, bitter and cold.
That ice in your veins, yeah, it's growing old.
