You stained me, the slow attraction you fought to grow, the underlying lies that started to grow.
You stained me, your taste in music and the way you moved, the deceit in your eyes so familiar I should've knew.
You stained me, they say pleasure wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain, but if I never met you think of the hurt I wouldn't have gained.
You stained me, you left a hole in my heart that I shouldn't have to fill, but you're an artist who made deception seem so real.
You stained me....