• The people you called friends,
    Told me some things
    I wish I knew before.
    Before I believed your lies.

    In fact,
    My love,
    Everyone believed your lies.
    But what fools we were to believe you.

    The real you
    Is slowly dying.
    Rotting inside your made up corpse.

    So where do the lies stop?
    You lie so much that you believe it's the truth.
    You lie so much that your life is a lie.
    So much that your selfish lies are hanging around your neck.

    Yes, a noose of lies, basically.
    But, it turns out
    That the people pulling the noose,
    Were the friends you came to know and love.

    Now you're a poser,
    a liar,
    a nobody.

    Everyone whos soul you used
    knows every breath you breathe is a lie.

    So these days,
    Lies are forgotten,
    And new ones are created.

    So,
    Tell me darling,
    Who are you now?