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Deceit (Self-inflicted Wound)

She was a wolf in sheep’s' clothing
A counterfeit piece of art
She's stab you in the back without your knowing
But she'd know it from the start
She'd always say “The weakest to the wall”
But the self-inflicted wound is the unkindest of them all

I offered an olive branch to end the war
And it was turned away with fear and scorn
She won't like what's at the end of that road
But I will continue to turn the other cheek
Until she decides to turn over a new leaf

She was a magician of emotion
A puppeteer of the heart
She was a montage of love and loathing
Until her charade was torn apart
She'd always say “The weakest to the wall”
But the self-inflicted wound is the unkindest of them all

She was sly like a Trojan horse
or like a fly on the wall
But it all came crumbling down
As her lies fell apart
I offered her an escape route
But she had hardened her heart
She was the weakest
Inflicting self harm
The self-inflicted wound is the unkindest of them all