Thinking that we was off to a good start.
Misperceptions of your affection.
Blinded by well dressed deception.
Seeing the broken emotions and unspoken actions.
Lead to continued lashes of the truth that spoke from the lips of the well dressed deception.
Taking parts of me like earth lacking gravity.
Pulling me back and forth with ease.
Like the chains of a ship that needs repairs.
Filling this void of perception
As I look into the eyes of the well dressed tell me lies of the best