You are a few fond memories,
Some words in my heart.
You are the smile when you want to be,
A hundred tears in between.
You are a photograph of perfection,
On the wall just out of sight.
You are the broken beauty of a wingless butterfly,
The sorrow felt as it happens.
You are a sensual dream,
Forgotten as soon as it is over.
You are a poisoned drink,
Which I will gladly consume.
You are the horned devil,
An angel of perfect sin.
You are the bain of my heart,
The doors are open, letting you in.

It's okay, I don't mind
You talk your shit, watch behind
You because you're starting it,
With the wrong chick. She can
Hold her ground, she survives,
She outwits the other dumb
Sluts who fight for fun,
Who fuck for fun, but run
When they can't win, but there
Isn't a fight to lose, cause
I choose to let it go. Bitch,
It's not worth it, cause
I don't mind what you say behind
My back, to my face. Bitch,
I'll apologize, when you should be
Sorry.

Where is he,
My knight in shining armor
On a white stallion
Here to save me?
My knight in shining armor
On a white stallion
Here to see me?
My knight in blue jeans
On a white stallion
Here to see me?
My knight in blue jeans
In a white mustang
Here to see me?
My knight in blue jeans
In a white T-shirt
Here to see me?
My knight
Here
To
See me?

I may seem naive to you, but i see right through you.
You can read me, like a book.
Only, I've only showed you the back, the overview.
It's not really me, it's what i want you to see me as.
I've seen your previews, saw the film and read the book.
I'm not naive, i just go along with it.
I'm playing this game, and i'm playing it smart.