Con Man
I get built up
I get torn down
I had my door shut
Yet it opened without a sound
I was wise to him
I was feeling stronger
I wasn�t going to let him in
Be he proved me wrong
He sold me the same lines
That I had bought before
He sang a sweet rhyme
That unlocked my hearts door
I was built up
Just to be torn down
He walked out
And left me broken on the ground
- Joeann L. Hunter 1/4/02
� 2002 JoAnn Kornatowski
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