There you stood, tall and proud
Saying all the right things,
How I could trust, you’d be my friend,
You’d take me under you wing,
You warned of others,
I really believed in you,
But you’re a deceiver, your blade grew thicker,
The one you decided to use,
Deceiver, misleader,
With a sparkle in your style,
Deceiver, double dealer,
User in a clever disguise,
Deceiver, low life,
Used me as a stepping stone,
Deceiver with a shallow smile,
Stabbing me to the bone,
Dreamed things up to poison me,
Figment of imagination,
Still walked away with your pride,
As your ruined my reputation,
One fine day, I’ll have my way,
As I still have faith in believing,
So get on your knees and start to pray,
Cause I won’t get mad, perhaps just even,
Deceiver, misleader,
With a sparkle in your style,
Deceiver, double dealer,
User in a clever disguise,
Deceiver, low life,
Used me as a stepping stone,
Deceiver with a shallow smile,
Stabbing me to the bone.
Jay Lane
Copyright (c) 1998