Delusion

I thought we were something great And now it's all over Because you clothes-lined me, mate In your game of red rover. I thought you spoke truths, Maybe it was but laced within lies. With displayed behavior so uncouth And exaggerated dialogue is your disguise. I fell for your façade, again. Now it's my fault. It was your problem, then. You always bring us to halt. I'm just trying to get out my emotions; I know I'm being so very redundant. You're crazy and predictable as the waves of the oceans. I just need to protect myself, and strive for abundance.