my lies were thin paper,
not to mention easy to breach.
nevertheless, they were still guarded,
invisible to those who didn't reach.

but her lies were steel walls,
there wasn't any way inside.
they claimed there was no way to help her-
then again, had they ever really tried?

birds of a feather don't always stick together
at the beginning we stayed apart
i guess since we were both liars in the end
one day she opened her heart

she asked my why I bothered with her
as no one ever paid her a second thought
and the one time that someone else had gotten close
they pulled her heart's trigger and shot

i didn't have a verbal response waiting
i just smiled and pulled her close
she helped me to find the truth i had been looking for
she was who i needed the most

because by opening her heart, even just a crack
she taught me how to fly
by mending her heart, i learned how to love
and that you don't always have to lie