you can come talk to me
we can be friends we can be more
for only blind men see
through all my bends
decipher my lure
only the hard of hearing
can see me clearly
in my disguise
the soul through my eyes
knowing they should be Leary
as to not become weary
like you
I will lie all day in the truth
make a pact then call truce
after I blame it on you
it's just what I do and then I'll do it again today
if you decide you should leave
you'll see me cry...