Did it cut you when you came by
To say goodbye, to ease the lie?
Did you cringe to think the truth
Was far from what was in my mind?
Did it toss you, turn you, did you feel alive?
When the game got close, thought you might survive,
When you got away with it kept inside,
Did you smirk? Did you frown? Did you wipe your eyes?
How did it feel to hear me say
That it all turned out okay?
How did you nod and turn away
When you should have had something to say?

How did you hide just to save your face?
How did you crawl across the finish line?
How could you leave me so out of place,
Hoarding a truth that was mine?