I make up lies,
You can hear so clear,
They spread like flies,
They sound sincere.

When you hear me say,
"I love you, too",
I might and I may,
Have lied again to you.

When the sky clears,
And my lies are found,
You'll hear the cheers,
And all I'll be is a mound.

When the ground shakes,
And I am found guilty,
That'll be all it takes,
My hands will feel filthy.

I sit on the floor,
Crying until my eyes are red,
I knock on the door,
I hope it's not what I said,

I speak so quietly,
It was totally what I said,
My eyes wander mildly,
I kind of wish I was dead.

Not killed; just gone.
Like I was never there before.
It would be part of the song:
"There will again be no more."

I made up lies,
They no longer seem clear,
They die like flies,
They don't seem sincere.