Strike three, you're out.

"Killing isn't the same as murder." I believed every lie you said. What was your point, did you even have one? You're so good at making me be(lie)ve this shit, and I'm so good at falling for it. But after you fall for long enough, you hit the ground ad that's as far as you can go. I'm full of your 'half-thruths' and 'little white lies'. "Best part of believe is the lie. I hope you sing along and you steal a line." Stop writing songs about me. I never even knew the real you.