You gave me hope,
telling me everything is okay,
keeping me calm.

I can see lies in your eyes,
what a thin layer of sheet you use to cover those lies,
you think your lies are not noticeable,
but believe me,
everyone can see your lying.

I'm giving you chance to say that you're sorry,
what a pity,
you did not use that chance,
your lies have hurt me so much.

You went back all the way to January,
and started to lie until December.
Lucky,
I've died before your lies end.

I can stand people lying at me,
but you are not just a people to me,
in fact you're a family to me.

I am as fatigue as you,
lying all the way,
covering up those scars you've created.

Why do you have to cover up those scars,
why do you have to cover up by lying,
when there are dozens of people showing their scars to the world.

Let me hold your hand,
and tell you,
how much is it not worth to lie,
because when you're out there showing your scars,
people will make you happy.