The truth kills,
but so do lies.
Maybe I'd rather have you tell me lies-
even if I already know the truth.
Because I'd rather believe you
than lose you
and have this be the last time
I kiss your lips.
The truth is poison.
which runs its course
and kills.
I don't deserve to die.
You should tell me lies to keep poison from me,
although it's already
there.
I don't need any more poison.
I don't want to cry oceans
of tears.
Tell me lies
instead of
having me
drink poison.