Smiling mouth but lying eyes,
A wolf in sheepskin, a monster in disguise.
Love is what you're after, so how could you be so cold?
All my cards are on the table, but all you do is fold.
Dragging me down into your gentle gaze, deep creases beneath your eyes,
But I know just how you can change, caressing me with your lies.
I just can't resist breaking my own rules, kissing fire, playing this game of fools.
Your tides change so fiercely that I'm left gasping for the shore, like I once gasped for your breath.
And I tiptoe around your wrath, like an intricate dance of our life's death.
I want to climb into the curve of your hand, and bite into your pulse, and scream and shout into the sound of your voice,
Because being in love with you was never my choice.
We are ugly with potential of something beautiful, a rough diamond, an uncut jewel,
I know that I have been cruel,
Have you ever been cruel?
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