Words that he clung to like confetti in the air,
Ups and downs, and truths or dares.
Strangers gossiping without a care.
Jealous much? You can't compare.

He says
"Look me in the eye and tell me
What it is I need to know."
Excused wrapped in lies
Tied with pretty bows.

He's lost in translation,
lost in love.
Has no where to turn
He's run out of luck.

He's standing next to nothing.
And losing his mind.
But he's better off
if he leaves the lies behind.

But everybody knows love is blind
He is nothing special, of the kind.
Infatuated just as much
as anybody else was once.

So leave it all
and walk away.
Little white lies
are too much pain.