Over the past few months things have changed
From worse to indifferent,
to maybe even tolerable.

But why?
That's what I can't figure out.
Now that your man left,
and your pocket's in a drought
you're nicer?

Why? I won't play your games.
Won't fall prey to your ways.
So what do you want with me?

I'm confused, skeptical at best.
I've got an "It's too good to be true feeling"
spreading throughout my chest.

I'm sure it's all for show
and the real you will soon rise.
Arousing your true colors.
showering us in our own demise.

Until that day, I guess time will only tell.
Your good side and bad raging a war from hell.
You see I hope this is real, and the lies are in the past,
I hope this is real,
but we all know.... this won't last.