Because lying is what I do the best,
So I say "I don't love you",
Those words that I said,
Then becomes my home,
One that I lives in,
One that I cannot get out of,
For it is secured with a lock,
One which the key I have long lost.

Because lying was what I do the best,
Now I am sitting in this home,
One which I built myself,
Feeling trapped and suffocated,
Being angry and depressed,
But this is the fate that I have to accept,
Because lying is what I do the best.