Monsters are so very good at choosing their victims So eloquent and sly
That’s why they lie, lie, lie “You’re too much” they say
Always the victim never the aggressor Am I crazy or is it deception?
Living in the past to get by day to day Never a word in edge wise, what can I say?
Stinging like venom, the way you turn One minute my best friend, the next I’m absurd
You say all the things I want to hear So charming and bright
Just enough to get us through another fight
Promise after promise, Why do I stay? Because monsters know ALL the right words to say.