Let me start by saying
I could be totally off base here.
But it really does appear
like this person you’re portraying
isn’t you.
It’s a little dismaying
how every time I look at you,
you seem to be someone new.
From the truth you are straying
and from me.
The tricks you’ve been playing…
Give your little speech.
Cling to lies, you little leech.
What’s the price you’re paying;
my love?
Oh my love, you’re ricocheting
every arrow sent your way
so none will get stuck in your clay.
Do you notice who you’re flaying
over and over?
But we flayees aren’t obeying.
With every persona you throw,
in our love we only grow.
Only I am praying
you will mold to me.
