Love of my lies

I\'ll never forget the day,
that day that i met you.
I thought it would pass,
but instead it grew and grew.
You asked me for my name,
so i replied \"I\'m grace\"
i\'ve never liked my name,
so now i\'m known as grace.
You asked me for my age,
\"im eighteen and mad\",
i\'m starting to like this game,
even though lies are bad.
You asked me where i lived,
\" the mansion on the hill\",
i lived in a block of flats,
where people rob and kill.
You asked me to tell you more,
i had horses, a pool and a chef.
All i really had was a room,
and a roof over my head.
You said tell me about your leisure,
I like horse polo, game shooting,
shopping for gucci, all for pleasure.
When really darts is for me.
Till that dreaded day,
you paid a trip up that hill,
\"Hello is Grace in?\"
They thought you were on pills.
I thought i would win.
Yet you tracked me down,
up fourteen dirty stairs,
through my filthy, kicked in door,
where you met me with an icy glare.
A smile crept across my cheeks,
as the ludacrisity of it kicked in.
I\'d led you along for weeks,
but i\'m wondering why i haven\'t seen you since?