You told me yesterday there was a
good chance we would get together.
Now you tell me you found someone
you want to get to know better..
I am waiting for you today wearing my
Sunday best, you know, my formals.
You tell me that standing here all dressed
is me just being uncharacteristic and normal.
There was a time I thought I knew you, at
least that was what you made me believe.
Now I wonder if I ever knew you at all, when
you start producing all kind of ways to deceive.
I knew it in an instant you where not only
vain, you were also not to be trusted.
People thought I was insane when I let you go
free and on your way, and now your totally busted
The words you speak are air assisted jolts of nameless
sound, you totally discust me.
You convinced me to reveal myself and to let my guard down
now what can I do, I am yours completely.
I guess I knew it from the first time I laid eyes on you,
from accros the terrace, you were going to be nothing but trouble.
I hardly even know you, infact I don't know you at all, I
realize that now, maybe I will introduce myself or is that too subtle
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