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You hand me a rose,

And I hate to impose,

But I feel your intentions aren't true.

You gave me a note

Of the poem you wrote

For me, but I know what you're up to.



But I feed you a line

Telling you that I'm fine,

That I'm thankful for all the attention.

And I hand you these lies,

Give you false alibies,

And all the untruths I can mention.



And I play your game

When you speak my name,

But I have yet to fall at your feet.

And I know it's not fair

To pretend that I care

And play along with your game of deceit.



So now here I am,

A part of your scam,

Of deceit and all of its glory.

And there you are,

You think you're a star,

But I know the end to this story.



I'm through debating,

I'm tired of waiting,

I deserve better than your testimony.

Yes, you think you're a star,

But I know what you are,

You're a lie, you're a cheat, you're a phony.