Your love was a lie, and it always was
Your smile a mask, worn to deceive my soul.
The lies danced from your lips to mne,
in a kiss that would often leave me abysmal.
Your embrace left me colder.
the thought of your touch making me sick.
The sweet words you'd say,
all dripping with poison,
and I accepted them all without question
but I always seemed to know
your love was a lie.