You lead me on
seeing my life was incomplete
whispering those promises
dripping honey sweet...

Now I am to understand
we are to be just friends
alone in my house of sand
contemplating inevitable end...

Such a comfortable liar
weaver of broken dreams
fantasier magical bean buyer
a dark siren mystifier...

Falling I must confess
I won't buy them anymore
demigoddess in little black dress
bedroom white liar galore...

I lived your beautiful lie
being the hoper and the prayer
looking for rainbow in our sky
and for you the proclaimed soothsayer...

But I became ensnared
in my self created fire
by such a beautiful liar
and a victim of my own desire..