Lie to them my darling,
They don't need to know,
Your pain is from mere days ago.

Lie to them my darling,
They don't really care,
They only want to know what size
clothes you wear.

Lie to them my darling,
They want you to show,
Every crack in your pathetic pavement,
They want you to-
          -go-
to them my darling,
They are your friends,
You allies.
Let them wrap you up in simmering lies,
And let them:
Think of you.
Looking up to your distant skies.
Regretting their selfish suicides
With remorseful
and tear filled
eyes.