Words coming from his mouth
Sounds like it's the only truth.
He paves a muddy road and covers it with rose petals,
Then he asks you to walk with him.
You can smell dirt all over
But he convinces you it's luxurious.

And when you've been comfortable walking,
You're waist-deep into the mud,
Rose petals are gone
And he blames you for wanting truth he does not offer.

The liar does not love.
He only tricks you into choosing
Between the truth and
Lies covered in something beautiful.