This moment six months ago I saw no fear
And baby I did not want to hurt you
But on the eve of your most outlandish dream
I thought maybe I’d like to desert you
Upon the lines of your face and the depth of eyes traveled
Among bitter depictions of love
Yes you gave me a piece of that skin that you seethed
I believed that such power would bring me relief
I heard of your lover two times now
Which brings such demise in my head
But my hypocrisy of thought could make any distraught
I’m playing the game I’ve been taught
