Do you ever think of me when you speak lies?

Every thing you say, I tend to believe.

Oh, how you catch me in every sticky web that you weave.

I know more than to look in your brown eyes.

They only pretend that what you say is truth.

Your beauty and glow is only meant to deceive.

The barely truthful stories are enough to make anyone grieve.

All I wanted was for you to hear my cries.

They say the darkness come before the storm.

I thought I was truly someone you could not replace.

I just really can't understand, pretend or defend.

Deeper into your lies, I become drawn.

Two people who could never seem to relate.

My entire life; always having to pretend.