It all started with hello.
Your voice was so beautifully melodic; naturally mellow.
A Good Morning and Good Night text everyday, we never missed a beat.
From that moment on, I never knew beautiful lies sounded so sweet.
I started noticing red flags but -- chose to ignore the truth … thinking you would come around, unmask yourself and love me with proof.
In too deep …
For you, I painted my own red flag with green stripes. Until one day something clicked and I went on strike!
Beautiful lies are what you told me.
Sweet dreams are what you sold me.
Nothing but the truth is what you owed me.
But I figure you too pussy to show me --
And by that … I guess you really don\'t know me.
In a heartbeat I told you what it was, and showed you what it is. Instead of playing kid games I made you my business --
Stamped.
Priority.
These days you can\'t show too much.
There\'s obvious favoritism.
You either get treated as a option or -- played into mosaic words of cherry pick plagiarism.
A love triangle if you catch my drift.
I simply wrote this as a love story diss.
Dismissing the fact that lies kept me whole for just a little while.
You can\'t play with one of God\'s favorites for too long without expecting a wake up call …
A blocked number you no longer could dial.
We ran our course downhill … a warranty free trial.
Not long until thoughts of you resurfaced.
Vividly remembering your kisses so soft they\'re like whispers.
My heart shattered like a vase.
They say time heals so the pieces can be put back into place.
Beautiful lies no longer consume me.
I refuse to fall victim to someone who intentionally misused me.