The life you live is but a lie.
An iniquitous mind,
A cataclysmic sign.

You know why you do it,
You know that you lie,
You know it’s delinquency every time.

But is it so nefarious to lie?
I only do it to be liked,
I desire to be loved,
So I cry.

Trying to find a way to get by,
Screaming out for someone to mind,
For being alone is an anguish on the soul,
A soul looking for a home,
Amoungst those that do not know,
That really you’re just alone.

Would they hate you,
Berate you,
Best you down with their scorning cries,
If they knew what was happening inside?

That’s why I lie,
That’s who I am,
It is my reality.

So please forgive me,
Love me,
Don’t make me hide,
I just need someone to confide in,
And tell me it’s all going to be alright.