Too many faces of a player

He spoke clever-copied lines,
Created a world of deceitful design,
Blinding her left and right,
Sealing her sense of sight...

It's obvious that it's all fake,
Pouring out feelings that are too late,
She fell helplessly into his trap,
Invisibly hidden on the map...

Words full of lies and flaws around,
He blew off this hypnotizing sound,
Knowing what to say as if it's scripted,
Memorized lines as instructed...

A puppet master with strings made of sympathetic words,
Put up a show that no one can afford,
It's an entertainment made especially for her,
Because she's weak and a hopeless dreamer...

Like an actor that convince us with tears,
Cried dishonestly to make it more believable,
Very sincere of how he appears,
He turned every wrong he did to good
though it was inconceivable...

In the end someone will beat him in his own game,
Then he won't have anyone with him,
Karma bites without no shame,
He'll realize it when everything has dimmed...