You are the fisherman and I am the trout
You cast out sweet compliments as bait
I swim around as temptation grows stronger
I take the bait and it's wonderful for a short time
Soon to find out you were just leading me on
Then stab me, when I thought you were being kind
The pain grows stronger as I try to swim away from you
You reel in my soul and collect another heart
In the end, you were the player who won the game.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
You are the fisherman and I am the trout
You cast out sweet compliments as bait
I swim around as temptation grows stronger
I take the bait and it's wonderful for a short time
Soon to find out you were just leading me on
Then stab me, when I thought you were being kind
The pain grows stronger as I try to swim away from you
You reel in my soul and collect another heart
In the end, you were the player who won the game.
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