How far do you think the yarn will stretch before it frays and unravels?
Like your fragile balance of the truth you want to believe and cold hard facts
The wonderful phrase of let’s be friends, in time you’ll see
And blame what’s that, because it has not been me!!
Except it has
Whose eyes are you trying to shield from the absolute worst of the truth
I see through you like an old tattered bridal veil, story full of holes
You can only look at yourself as if an uneducated youth
Who couldn’t possibly conceive of their actions turning a person to stone
Except it has almost
Don’t imagine for one second you have the power of a goddess
The images racing through your head I don’t want to imagine at all
They are demented, self worshipping and foretell future distress
I shall have no pleasure in hearing you had an almighty, painful fall
Except one thing is without doubt
The yarns will fray, strings do break
And you will
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