
I read her like a book
She wore her thoughts on her sleeve
From the way that she looked
She had opinions of me
Gave a nod and a wink
I was done before starting
Had me hook line and sinker
Her intent, disregarding
Put my heart through the ringer
And my name through the mud
Wrapped me around every finger
A prisoner, she’s the judge
And without any doubt
Sentenced me as a victim
Turned my world inside out
Caught up in my own prison
One thing that I learned
You just can’t believe what you read
I’ve since learned how to discern
And now, I only watch the tv
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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