yes I am a liar
I'm a lot of things

coming clean
isn't me

I keep my secrets stuffed inside my pockets
can't catch me red-handed

you said you love me
that's nothing

would you lie for me
would you ever hate me

I trust everyone
so they can trust me

don't look behind my mask
I always come back
tomie's inside

my poems are rotten
I'm the poisoned fruit

this is my getaway