Not giving it a chance 
To see, to dance 
She knows no game 
So she says, never the same 
A voice, the surface 
Taking away all purpose 

To have a heart 
To have a love, it parts 
The truth equals a lie 
Do not look into her eyes 
She will poke she will dig 
Into your soul 

To her its a a role 
To tease to play 
Making the sky's gray 
Promises equal what's broken 
Integrity gone, not spoken 
Trust, surely you jest 

Whimper, cry and squirm 
Is what she confirms 
Denying what one needs 
On you is what she feeds 
Taking while pretending 
To be something that's behind 
Making you blind 

Supporting the impossible 
You use to, now your not able 
To see, to feel, to breathe 
She has become a dis-ease 
 

by Gary Hodges