You, Who'Re

Chained to a memory and left for dead, I can't comprehend this mirage of lust— I used to lean on whatever you said But you clipped the buds of our blooming trust. Taking for granted I knew who you were; Replying with rage to state who you are— This curious style set my mind a stir But I blamed my old paranoid radar. As time wore on, your defense wouldn’t flee, It only grew stronger with less delay— And the more you’d say what you're not, you see, The more I’d see that you’re not what you say. I was a fool to take love into bed— Your double edged sword has taken my head.