Still

An underhanded girl
 An act of desperation
 And to my consternation
 I let her go
 She wants what she can get
 Is that a fair depiction?
 Does she believe her fiction?
 It's hard to know
 Is it innocence or guile?
 Or nothing but a childish act of will?
 She doesn't know she needs you
 She willfully misleads you
 But still
 Still!
 A son becomes a man!
 At his father's knee
 If my father asked questions
 Well, where would we be?
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 She's nothing but a child
 A waif who needs protection
 I feel a strange connection
 I can't allow!
 She says it's all a game
 She trembles like a flower
 But in her, there's a power
 I see that now!
 I am nothing but a man!
 With nothing but his orders
 To fulfill!
 "I'm innocent!" She cries!
 But then, you see her eyes
 And something in them tells you
 That she absolutely lies!
 Until your heart replies
 "But, still!"
 Still
 Still!