Sane when I met you.
Crazy while under your spell.
Helpless to the words you cast.
As you drag me down to hell.
Some kind of chaos magic.
The way you worked my mind.
Turning me into something tragic.
Believing you were someone I’d never find.
Now that the spell is broken I can see clearly.
All you are is a mindfucking Svengali.
And anything I felt was make-believe.
A product of the trick you had up your sleeve.
And wiser still.
Of men like you I’ve had my fill.
The neurotic, self involved artist,
The coolest guy in the room.
Hiding the fact he’s a narcissist.
The best looking & most talented.
So he thinks & lets you know.
The man whore,
The flirt, the unfaithful band guy on tour.
Fuck those men.
Your spell will never work on me again.