Lies

Lies, Lies, Lies.

I never cease.

Lies, Lies, Lies.

My mouth needs to be out on a leash.

Lies, Lies, Lies.

It's as if my lips have a mind of their own.

Lies, Lies, Lies.

This side of me is never shown.

Lies, Lies, Lies.

I just want to run home.

Lies, Lies, Lies.

Is that all my mind is capable of creating?

Lies, Lies, Lies.

It's as though I've got a split personality.

Lies, Lies, Lies.

It's weird that I can't tell you the truth.

Lies, Lies, Lies.

This is what liars were made for.

Lies, Lies, Lies.

What about the truth, does it even exist?

Because everyone's a liar. Everyone.

The End

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