Why do I lie that I've done my work Why do I lie that I've done my best Why do I lie that
I am okay?
Why is it so easy for me to Just come up with another identity Living under another false name But part of me still leaks through Because people can recognise me By my lying habits
It's just at the tip of my tongue I lie and lie and lie and lie; I lie so much that sometimes I begin to worry:
When I tell the truth, Would anyone actually believe me?
Because there was a time, I did tell the truth. I did Every single time But I still got Reprimanded
No one believed me When I was good.
I was supposed to be bad. I was supposed to under bad influence. I was supposed to have evil friends that'd lead me to do unlawful things.
But no.
I didn't have any of that. I used to be good. But being good was Bad.