So I lied, so
What if I'm always lying,
Hiding and twisting my face around
Some fragment of glass or truth,
And what if I lie to you, too,
Take what I want and leave the rest,
Would it matter? Who am I
In your mind?

So I lie, so
What if my lies grow stronger,
Seething and writhing and pulling down
Towers you're building from stone,
And what if my lies are truth, too,
Take what you like and bleed out the rest,
It won't matter, even in my
Pitiful life.