How many lies can you tell before the realization hits you?

It is all over.

The you you’ve portrayed is shattered, obliterated.

The game is done.

You can’t even remember the last time you were honest.

What’s honesty got to do with it anyways?

You can’t even recall the last thing you said to me that was real.

How sad is that?

The you that you’ve given to me is nothing but a fictitious story.

How can we be friends if it wasn’t even real anyways?

It is all over.

Playing with someone’s heart is juvenile to say the least.

Lets break it! Break it! Break it!

How can you begin to think that forgiveness is in the cards?

Your fortune teller was wrong, get your money back.

She robbed you.

She lied to you.

How does it feel to know that you’ve been suckered?

That you’ve been scammed?

It is all over.

The game is done.