Addicted To Your lies

It hurts to be a shameless addict Always craving and waiting for that Trick Where I'm trapped by your tongue chanting lies And intoxicated with your lip in guise. I hate that I'm satisfied by your deceit Ripping my soul– yet coated so sweet Being caged in webs that are stronger than chains While rulling my heart like king's men in Spain. Your chilled lies, are structured and arranged In rows and columns, all carefully staged It's obvious your smiles are reflected fake Making me grin like babies with cake