It all started when I forgot to do my homework.
It was 7 in the morning,
the school bus was about to pick me up.
Mom was trying to wake me up,
and I was in my bed afraid of not doing my homework.
So like every paranoid child at the age of seven I played sick,
that was the first time I lied.
And series continued;
when I lied to my dad asking for money for the books,
when in reality it was for the booze I took,
then lying to my friend about how rich I was,
where I only had few bucks of pocket money to toss.
And I know I crossed the limits when I started to lie to myself,
deluding to be living in a world where I had no bills or payments to give,
telling myself it’s okay to lie;
not face reality ’cause life’s been rough,
why make it harsher with thoughts so dry.
So I lied and lied one after the other and I never stopped.
I wish I had stopped,
’cause with each lie I spoke,
I pushed my favorite people apart.