You speak your words,
Your tounge entangles me with lies,
With each passing sylable,
A piece of me dies.
Your mouth dances for a recital,
A recital I didn't pay to see,
With each ballereina step,
You lose your love from me.
I bet if you looked in the mirror,
a mirror without a frame,
You would see yourself like I see you,
A hurt little girl who took all the blame.
