Your Lies

Your Lies


Your lies, they never stop.

Do you ever take a breath?

Even when you’re caught,

In the making of your own webs,

Your lies continue to grow.


Your lies, they make me sick.

Do you ever take a break?

Even when I beg you to quit,

As you make up something just as fake,

Your lies feed off gullible souls.


Your lies, they’re all you know.

Do you get that I’m done with you?

Even when you’re ”sad” and “alone,”

As the world finally sees it too,

Your lies, to me and the rest of us,

Shall no longer be condoned.


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