BOOK OF LIES
Don’t be the one to knock on my door
Or force your way in to my life.
Don’t bother me with your plentiful promises,
I have heard every one before.Don’t come to me in the heat of the day
And wipe down your brow on the sweat of my steps,
And pretend that you bare only the best of intentions
Then weave me those tricks that you play.Don’t beckon my name from the side of the street
And act like you’re someone I’m dying to meet,
Don’t feed me half-truths and hollow beliefs,
Don’t sing me the song of hard nosed defeat.Don’t show your face in the light of my room
And break down the comfort I feel alone,
Don’t sell to me something I no longer need
Or something I never will use.Don’t try to trap me with your powers of speech
And spin me about with your personalised preach
That distract my attention and catch me off guard,
Then pounce when I’m just within reach.Don’t call up here like you have in the past
And expect to make progress this time around,
Don’t try and appeal to my sense of compassion,
I can tell you it’s running out fast.Don’t make it hard for me to get by,
Don’t make me feel guilt when I need not feel guilty,
Don’t hook me in with your words of deceit,
Don’t read me your book of lies.