We laugh, smile, pretend it’s okay.
Like my trust you didn’t betray.
You text, “I care,” to my dismay,
I want to believe your display,
The gentle care bear you portray.
“Just for one night,” you ask to stay.
“I know you, though,” so I delay.
“Past is past, I’m different today.”
You come on soft, I start to sway.
Next thing I know, you’re on the way.
And I’m a feminine cliché,
Living my life in shades of gray.