You swore you would never lie,
Is that why you disappeared
And said you wanted to die?
You seem to find pride
In how convincingly you've lied,
And when you bragged about it to me,
You promised that
With me only the truth would be set free,
But I'm beginning to think that was fake,
And this paranoia is a feeling I can't shake,
Because you promised you wouldn't lie,
And I'm starting to think
I might just need to say goodbye,
Because how was I supposed to know if it was true
If lying is all you do?