The soothing lies we sell
Because the truth is too uncomfortable to tell
It's odd how we seem to convince ourselves it's all to avoid hurting the ones we love
It's funny how we think we know that love can be broken by truths and yet healed in lies
Lies are like cancer; they feed off you
Until it's just you in your cobweb of lies
And skeletons of the ones you'd loved, around
Dead from the dearth of the truth, stinking of lies
Your lies
