by I look into your eyes
and all that I can see
are all the pretty lies
that keep you bound to me.
I’ll not render you the prize
of the tender side of me
for swallowing the lies
offered up by me.
When will you realize
that your impropriety
is the result of the lies
that chained you to me.
Do you look up to the sky
while longing to be free
from all the bitter lies
that keep you trapped with me?
A (wise) man of two faces 
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