I'm just as much a sucker
For your compliments
Your gestures
Those words that you've said
To countless women before

Those lines
Are they fool-proof?
Not to me, I'm bullet proof
Or am I,
Said lying, shot dead on the floor

I'm not the tough cookie
Nor the rock
I’m thought to be
But you knew that
The first time our eyes met

Convinced I'm not naive
But to know
One could do this
Unexpected
At the least
I’m shot straight to the core.

So I'll go on dying
To myself, I'll keep lying
In hope the next
Will be fooled by my flaws

Until then
Mr Murder
Ten bucks
You can't hurt her

Too smart
Because he's done this
A dozen times, or more