Behind the Sugar

I live in a house of cookies and candies, of sugar-coated lies, And when smiling faces venture too close I cut them down to size. But not just like that—oh, no. First, I’ll butter you with compliments, I’ll make you think you’re great—like I really like you—but wait— I’ll smile and I’ll laugh with you I’ll tell you everything you want to hear until you hold me dear; I will make my place in your heart And you’ll never want to leave Because I give you everything you need… And then I’ll tear you apart. But it’s not just that—no… First, when I see you coming towards me With that smile on your face, my heart will skip a beat Because I can hardly believe that you’d want to talk to me. And when I give you flowers And everything your heart desires, It’s because I pray that you’ll reciprocate— Not the gifts, but the feelings that came with. I’m smiling and I’m laughing because I like you—I really do— But why should you like me? Because behind these doors of gingerbread Is the world I live in, painted red And the window frames of candy cane Are only there to block out the pain Of the stories I told and the tales I wove As I shy away from the big bad wolf That personifies my every fear That they don’t really want me here And the only reason they really smile Is to cleverly mask their own guile When they think they got the best of me Which is why you must go, you see?