Words spewing from your trembling lips;
they seem so incapable of deceit.
What is one small lie that comes spilling out?
When one small fib turns on me and grows.
Wildly, it grows.
My whole distinction between real and not has vanished.
Oh, how it's vanished from my confused conscience.
And who knew that a belief in putting my trust
into others; who knew my belief would come back
tearing me away from what I believed in.
More than before I'm questioning.
I'm second guessing myself continuously.
Who knew one tiny dose of fraud
could tear me apart.
And, oh, it tears my conscience apart.
You hid it well under your skin,
but underneath it shows brighter.
The time it takes to penetrate your cadaverous skin
is nothing compared to the time it takes to notice.
But what is a tiny lie
not meant to hurt me?
If it grows, and, oh, it grows into a terror.
Conceal yourself behind your makeup,
and guard yourself behind your friends.
What is a tiny lie
if I'm the only one who's blinded?
 
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