On the inside of the lie,
There is always there a reason.
And the lie often spins high,
But the root is always smaller
Never heard a thing in my life as a little white one,
Because of what it becomes,
Because of the hurt on someone.
I know a friend and the friendships based on falsehoods,
With all will in the world,
I don't know if he's real.
I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be a hologram,
In his depth of despair,
Nothing he has is even there.
On the outside of a truth,
There is often disappointment.
And the truths become more boring,
But the root is always purer
Never heard of a thing in my life as a big fat one,
Because you cant dress it up,
But it can still hurt someone.
I have an enemy and the enemy is based on truthness,
With all the will in the world,
At least he knows I was real.
I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to hate everyone,
In his depth of despair,
At least he knows what is there.
And so to tell a lie,
Well it just becomes a truth in the end.
In the end, in the end.
And to hurt a guy,
Well it happens no matter what word is used,
Feel abused, lies are truths.