You treated me like none
then begin to question,
'Why ain't I your number one?'
Dealing with what you have not seen
I call it a wave
I call it a cave
Unknown were we
listening upon tales of us
Talking about a story
That might be the worst
Dealing with mess
Is like a subtle art of chess
You glide and ride until you fall
beneath and slide,
you must've known
I believed in love true and pure
for life is uncertain...
you made me your option
I AM CERTAIN.
Dealing with it once in a while
you knew I had a clue talking about your tsktsk
you were a poseur
making me deal with fait accompli
you make great fools
you are a finesse
I abhor the mindset
making me certitude that this isn't right
Justified as it may seem
you were a horror in a day dream
option it was
option was I
all I have known
you have selected humans by your eye.