"But, I thought you only told the truth?"
"And I thought you could see my lies."

This lie,
growing lie,
deeper into the great divide,
not many could thrive,
through this life,
this lie,
everybody has their own disguise,
brutal washed up denial,
spin the lucky wheel dial,
this way,
that day,
your last say,
could be heard by the game sayers,
depressing nay sayers,
eating those words splitting us into two pieces,
time to pick up the pieces,
let go of this lie.