Was It You?

Was it you? How do you know right from wrong When wrong is what you want to do? How could you want to believe the truth When the lie would be more fruitful to you? I stand alone on a pedestal and yet somehow I manage to get stepped on from above As if there are no words or phrases That could suggest we are falling in love There is no team in I, and what I want May not be reciprocated if I’m unsure; Knowing that a lie could severely decimate What was meant to be a baited lure So I see myself asking your conscience Hoping I am better than a sinless whore “Was it you that I was waiting for? I’ve drunk of your wine; now I want more.”