I can tell you've never been true to me.
I can smell that you're acting so fearfully.
I can hear what you're hoping I want to hear.
I can feel the alarm bells ringing in me.
I can touch but I know you don't feel a thing.
I can pray but I know you commit a sin.
I can sense now it's all become clear to see.
You're no good, and you mean no good, treacherously.