Ego

How am I supposed to hear you when every sentence you speak Is cut through my flesh? You try to justify by saying it′s only a butter knife As you continue to saw at my being, but you love me Maybe you love that I stick around even when you forget who you are And start caressing my ear with harmonies Of false prophecies, narratives of unrealistic truths You are gentle with my mental but rough with my roots Stroking my heart with despair as you please my visions of us Please this vision is lust, I can't trust You've been anything but a woman to me Why can't we just let this be again? It's our reality manipulated into a nightmare If I saw myself as you see me maybe id love you too