Manipulate

You the thief who steals the hand
Which would have otherwise taken hers
Now she treads lost in a foreign land
Scared the ground will open up and swallow her with each step.

You the dancer who wears the mask
It's many-faced diamonds caught his eye
Not the only thing with more than one side, your task
Would have been impossible if you were to show
What lay beneath the pretty lie.

You the rose who pretends not to have thorns
But you stripped the real fragile flower of her scent
And she who was so rightfully adorned,
Believes all her virtues have been spent,
Though all of yours have been lent
To you by various forms of deception.

A stolen lyric,
There is no saving
The broken bricks
You have been craving.