He'll come on strong
Tell you all the things
You want to hear
Feed you on compliments

He'll tell you he's been hurt before
He'll seek your sympathies
Don't fall for it
He's just playing a game

Once he has you
Wrapt round his finger
He'll turn on you
Treat you badly

He'll tell you it's your fault
You didn't care enough
You didn't do enough
It's all part of the deception

The End

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