I should have known you'd be the death of me.
Those eyes never quite starring me down but only judging me worse.

 

I thought I knew trust. What is trust?
Something or someone of within faith to rely on.
What is relying? Sounds more like lying over and over again.

 

You never actually wanted to be a friend.
You just wanted a better image.
Who dare tarnish your preusous beauty.

There is beauty hidden in lies. Lies are bliss to some.

Your eyes spoke words you could not,
You had to seem like a better person rather than your own demon.
 

Do not look at me with those eyes.