Stop it with the sweet talk;
I don't care for any sugar coats.
I don't want your thornless roses
Or flowered rhetoric bloomed on notes.
I don't want to hear your careless flirts
Which leave me with my heartbeats frail.
I don't want to hear your loving lies
That leave me nervous, weak, and pale.
Why again? Why so affected?
I've heard it from all the other men.
I know for sure you're just the same,
And I'd rather it never happen again.
Honestly, they're all just illusions -
Every one just a part of my fantasies;
So if you become my next delusion,
How will you take responsibility?
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