Here I was being all naive.

Fallen for fictitious act.

I Took you for a blunt knife.

While your edges were like the claws of a cat.

You put up faux acts without strive.

I thought all the while you spitted facts.

I'm no longer gullible!

The colours on your canvas are falling out The picture of yourself you painted.

Is no longer the perfect you were ahe

This facade you longsighted Is out and now your true colours I'm now. Than ever more quarter

Cos I'm no longer gullible.