All those little lies we tell,
Gather, bunch and cluster.
They weave their way inside our heads
We lose sense of our truth.

It takes just one lie to set it off
It then begins to spiral.
One white, one white.
But nothing pure at all.

The guilt we feel diminished
With each tall tail.
All we are left with is black and grey.
A void of emptiness and regret.
A life lived wrong.