Heartstrings Poem by Craig Turner

Your still talking rubbish,
Even if he told me I wouldn't believe him,
They've been playing with your morales,
Pulling you leg,
Pulling on the heartsrings,
Putting ideas in your head.

Gonna do you a favour,
And take credit for the things you did,
Gonna write down the great things you said,
Then practise them in my own head,
You wouldn't want the burden,
Dont make the same mistakes I did.

Clouding up your judgement,
Knowing your naive,
Slowing down your momentum,
Fiddling your heartstrings,
Taking you for fools,
Playing your morales against you.