They say the right things,
Music to your soul.
But it's like a dagger to your heart.
As the words are corrupted. 

Like a slow seeping venom,
It creeps in and infects you.

When you think you are part of their life,
But you realize you are not. 

Like a dagger to the heart, 
Blood flows freely.
The deception is clear,
But the pain seeps into
Every fabric of your being. 

Numbing you,
As your tears dry on your face.

You feel nothing as those words ring in your ears.