Took me long enough to realize you were no friend at all, who would have thought you were the cause of it all.


She smiles sweet, but ita all a show,
Every a ruthajust comes and goes.
Facts get swapped like outfits fast,
Nothing she says is built to last.

Faces change depending whoa near,
Different girl for every ear.
Ita honestly dizzying keeping score
Who you were isna you anymore.

She swears shea real, swears shea true
Just depends which mood shea selling you.
Stories bend like they stretch on cue,
Twists so sharp they trip on you.

She plays the victim, plays the prize,
All rehearsed behind those eyes.
Calls it charm, calls it style
Switches masks every once in a while.

But people catch on, give it time,
Patterns show in every line.
When it slipsa"nd it always will
Therea nothing there beneath the skill.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Valnuary, in the year 1000 AF.