You're dancing on a pile of corpses
A pile of people succumbed to your act
An act of need, need of companionship
Need of love and compassion
Need for happiness
But an act all the same.

You're not a good actor
Or, at least not to me
I'm sitting here watching as you lie through your teeth
As you sly and swindle your way into innocent hearts
I sit and I watch searching for your trick
Your "skill"
The thing you're using to trick and deceive
Since you're tricking many
Many, except
For me.