She plays with your emotions, it’s just a tool to get her way.
Sometimes she might even know that truth is not her play.
It’s as clever as a breakdown, as tragic as her tears.
Her shaking is as real as rain, her exposure is her fears.
Will you find out she’s a Myth Maker? Will you even care?
Will you be the one to tell her tale? Show her reasons just and fair?
She’s been looking for a Savior before it comes undone.
Someone to hold the spotlight, that shows she is the one.
Time has not been very kind, she is feeling out of thrust.
The pain is not love lost or gone, it’s she will never know a trust.