When I said my life was perfect,

I actually might’ve lied.

I lied again when I told you,

That I was entirely fine.

I lied when I told you,

When I said I’d be okay,

I also lied when I insisted,

That I couldn’t feel the pain.

And again when I said,

I wouldn’t miss you.

The only time I didn’t lie,

Is when I said I couldn’t live without you.