I look into your eye's of lies to behold your soul of truth that you will never tell me.
Your tender kiss is as if sipping from a cup of impurities only for you to flip and make into my insecurities.
I feel you taste your vibe of guilt as your hand slides across my face of silk.
Telling me she's just a friend knowing the beginning of deceit has began.
I stand here listening to the lies coming from your mouth but without the truth there's no way out.
These lies you've told have scorned my soul beyond recognition, putting my feelings at an intermission.
So as I stand here wondering what part you didn't understand about playing games or chasing no man.
Your only excuse was no circumstantial proof but what you didn't realize is that a womens intuition is always the TRUTH.