Why Lie?
I stand here confused I stand here and cry I stand here condemned And all because I
Don't learn Don't try Don't help Just lie
I lie... but why?
I lie to my mother I lie to my father I lie to my grandma, sisters, and brother
I lie cause I'm scared I lie cause I'm tired I lie cause i don't know how to stop
That's a lie.
I lie to myself. And when they ask why That is one time that i've never lied
"Why do you lie?" I don't know why "You have to know why."
This always confuses me I have to know why? But what if I don't? What then? I sigh
I don't know why "Cut your bullshit, M2. Surely you know why you do what you do."
But I don't. I feel broken. Lost. Empty. Done. I sing. I write. I read. I pray. But the feeling never goes away.
I feel so dead but also so alive, with the feeling of wanting to shout out "Why!?"
"Why do I lie!?" "Why do I steal!?" Why does the hurt never ever heal? "Why don't I think like others do!?" Why can't I think about others, too? "Why do I make the stupidest mistakes!?"
Why can't I ever cry when I break?
