Why is it that I look into your eyes and I see unquestioning trust?
When I decide to trust my gut instinct, I have to look away in disgust.
Looking closer at facts like a detective, searching for cracks in the story.
Poking around, getting dirty and finding stuff out to destroy the glory.
Dirty plots and evil plans, cruel manipulation and brutal fucking lies.
I'm out to get you I have a skill for unmasking liars in disguise.
This bitch was but a kitten but the muzzle snapped across your face.
I'm standing over a mauled body as you curl up and whimper in disgrace.
I'm like a demon that will raise my ugly head and burst your dreams.
Lashing at you violently as your fairytale living is not what it seems.
I'm out to get you, you're like a little rabbit getting skilfully hunted.
You're stood against the wall, stuttering because you're stunted.
Look at you cowering and crying in the corner like i'm the one who lied.
Bitch please you did this to yourself with the clues you supplied!
The moral of this story is if you lie you're as good as caught.
Because there is a wolf stalking you closer than you thought!
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