A Few Home Truths

Easy come and easy go are easy words to say
 But when I think of you and me
 It's hard to feel that way
 Though you've gone
 You still think you're welcome here
 I've moved on
 You are not my puppeteer, my dear
 If my doorbell rings
 You'll learn a few unpleasant things
 And you can't pull my strings for sympathy:
 A few home truths is all you'll get from me
 I've heard tell the one you're with now drives you up the wall
 You made your choice so live with that
 We're grown-ups, after all
 And you can't have your cake and eat it too
 Made your bed, so you know what you can do?
 You do, don't you?
 So don't lean on me
 I'll disappoint you constantly
 It's best we if agree to disagree
 A few homes truths is all you'll get from me
 Though you've gone you expect a welcome here
 I've moved on, you can't play the puppeteer, my dear
 Once upon a time we met when I was still naive
 We became a fairytale I wanted to believe
 What I took for magic
 Were some cheap tricks up your sleeve
 But the ball always ends when it strikes twelve
 And the cold light of day broke every spell, oh well
 Your black magic fails and your routine is growing stale
 So take your fairytales to someone new
 Make these home truths my parting gift to you