you told me you want to know me
take good care of me and always hold me
that must be what love is about
until i figured out

you thought that you could own me
that i'm your puppet, you could control me
so weightless, i felt like flying
hanging on your strings of lies

not bad, here's your applause, it took me a while
but baby a miss is as good as a mile

with you i was high
who knew you were too good to be true
go on and tell your tale
good luck in hell
i see through 'ya
storyteller

you told me that you love me
i was the one, the queen, the whatever, it tasted like honey
licked up from your poisonous lips
bit by bit it made me sick

you thought i would not notice
that i was too weak, i could not do this
even though you abused my soul, i'm lucky, because i have one at all