Didn’t mean to lead you on like that
You’re making it up I’ll bet.
Let’s take this to the edge.
If you didn’t mean it –
Why’d you say it?
You foolish, immature idiot.
Excuse my use of adjectives
But I’m a man with an objective
And the problem is it’s subjective.
I guess maybe passion burns easily
But I’ve learnt to tread queasily
Think it through earnestly.
I like, put on this mask I hid behind
Like a still image framed in your mind
That I’m in water head-high.
But it’s all an illusion
A self-induced delusion
Of a someone’s inclusion
I’m still on the sidelines
With my double filling in the firing line
And something told me you’d change your mind
Maybe it was your flattering lips
The words you said that make me sick
Cause they were way too sweet.
Maybe it’s because I’ve gotten old
The scars and broken hearts have told
And I can feel when the water’s cold
Whatever, whenever – I never got in.
Call it a mistake – a sin.
But I doubt it needs forgiving.
Apologizing to me today.
Bang – damn girl what a shame!
Are you sure I got played?