Blind to what is real

 As you break my lonely heart

you let him keep us both apart

as I sit and watch you grieve

you come up with things, I can't conceive

things that could only be imaginary

put there by none other than the advisary

I remember each and every bitter night

you'd start them up with a verbal fight

how he rules what you believe

like how it's you, I must deceive

you think to you, that I have lied

so many times, I have denied

I've even broken down and cried

all this stuff's  messed up your mind

to what is real, I think your blind.