I’m a liar, a cheat, a thief of truth,
Drowning slow in my wasted youth.
Feed me your pity, a hollow meal,
Fill my cup so I can feel.

Lay me down in my bed of deceit,
Let me burn where shame and sorrow meet.
Let you down, it’s all I do,
Despise me now—I’ve earned it too.

Preach your disappointment, carve it deep,
Discuss the promises I couldn’t keep.
I’m not a martyr, just a hollow plea,
A fraud, a ghost, who claims to be me.