He weaves his web of wondrous tales
sewn with his golden word,
that slips slyly from his silver tongue
and never goes unheard.
With you I am living a lie;
the face you see
is not the face inside.
~
You're walking the line
between losing your mind
and leaving me behind.
And though I know you fill my head
with lies,
you are my devil
in disguise.
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