You may believe
That I am naïve
You may think you're sure
Seems you're quite immature
You believe your lies still have audience in me
Oh if only the truth you could see
The smoke and mirrors that once fogged my view
No longer exist here, get a clue
Pointing at all the drama you have stirred
Pretending it belongs to others'
...it's just absurd
Maybe you believe in your own pile of crap
But I never again will get caught in your webbed booby trap
So maybe there is a little naïveté
But I wouldn't have it any other way
To know in my soul there is a truthful "good" in others
Will take me far beyond the jaded insecurities of another
To treat others the way I want to be treated
Goes miles beyond your selfishness is heeded
So, quite possibly, you do see
A bit of naïveté, inside of me
Or, probably, you should look within
To notice your own obliviousness...
I win.