Singing lies like "Baby you got what I need."
Leading on to cut off before the end,
not saying he's no good just not a friend.
He'll watch most of the movie then leave in the near middle,
playing on emotions and empathy like a fiddle.
He sweet too, not like honey but like that fake sugar.
He take one bitch in and flick the other out like a booger.
Perhaps less extreme...
Like seeing a beautiful illusion in a fucked up dream.
He seems... but Darling he ain't.
I love him but I love me so I can't.
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