You can't spell families without "lies"
What our family once was is crumbling before our eyes
Skeletons in the closet and cobwebs building up
Don't open that door you never now what would be brought up
We put on a smile and hide behind the facade called happiness
But seeing the different sides being taken all the time
Shows how our family has been split since day one
Everyone keep saying "dad would want us to be back to what we used to be "
Dad knows the true story of how our webs get tangled
Even when you try and knock them down and clean it up
They always reappear...