I heard him call me by my name
He said we met once before,
But the glamour in his eyes were lies
The glamour in his eyes were lies.
He reached for my touch
I pulled away...
My road is less travled
I don't desire your footsteps.
A voice so sweet
With a sour after-taste
Hidden agendas have no home
A nomad til the end, you are.
Lies paved on a gold plated road
I see the scratches on your surface
Are you sure we've met before?
Maybe I know you by another name?
Our meeting was chanced,
But I won't humor your intentions
You're looking for a fool
It's not me.
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