They used to sing my every word and dance my every rythm
They used to laugh and even cry with me in times of anguish
They used to lift me up and lighten my soul with the words that could put a pigeon-toed bird to flight so how?
How is it now that they betray with the venom that drips from there tounge.
With the smoothness of a defiled *****
but the clearness of the cleanest drinking water
Your tounge was one of the few that spoke a jaded fairytale of a lie
The eyes that used to hold me close in their gaze now
haunt me with a crooked coldness
the arms and embrace of warmth of all of you have turned into something
of a distant and taunting night mare
The truth has set you free. oh yes!
It has set you free to turn all my treasured moments into nothing but a clear and crumpled reflection of  hatred.