The Lie

The simple words on my lips, they slowly form a lie

With every single breath I take, I simply wonder why

I really want to tell the truth, you deserve to know

But it is so hard for me, to let the real me show

I don't think I was ever made to be able to tell the truth

Maybe that's why I want to be a detective, the ultimate sleuth

All I know is that it's hard for me, and sorry is all I can say

Because I can't tell the truth even in the light of day

You've proven you want to be with me, and the tears I want you to know

But I know that they hurt you too, so I can't let them show

 

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