She chose him for his strength. She said, “He can walk on through the fire.”
Added “He will go to any length.” But he wouldn’t go no higher.
She loved to watch him dance and the band played to her cues.
The endgame came abruptly. A cold comfort when you lose.
Now she’s shooting daggers from eyes all filled with rage.
He’s been thinking of the coast and the turning of the page.
The moral to this story is if you live by lies.
You never really know what’s wrong but the truth is in the eyes.