Psychopath

Your words drip with falsehoods, a river of deceit

Claiming you're the fairest, the most endearing treat

Yet another woman stands by your side

As lies pour from your lips, a treacherous tide

Yo, you claim fatigue, an early slumber's call

But at six, you're spotted leaving the club's hall

I'm no fool, your games are wearing thin

Feigning ignorance won't let you win

Lies, lies, they're all you breathe

Fabrications woven like a wreath