Memories of lies you once uttered... echo in my mind,
like gun shots in project hallways.
Repeatedly failing to shake them off my very being,
Thus causing unnecessary thoughts about bad old days...
Pondering if this transformation is authentic,
Or are you still up to your old ways?
There once was a story told of a boy who cried wolf
one too many times...
And when that wolf really did come...
that boy was eaten alive!
I can sympathize because thoughts caused by your
fabrications seem to be masticating my mind...
Continuously gnawing with out cease.
And it's evident in my countenance.
I've tried so hard to let the past... be just that,
but i can't...
I'm more skeptical now than ever...
and it's causing this ill temper.
Unanswered questions....only add fuel to the fire.
Leaving me with this intense feeling to retire.
so I will...
Because I can't help but feel that
I didn't fall in love with you...
I fell in love with an Idea.
Once a liar ... always a liar..
So I can never take anything u tell me
to be sincere.
I know I told you everything was ok...
& the future was bright for me and you.
But I was just playin your game better than you.
So I'm Out....
How's it feel to be lied to?