White lies, those little demises
To hide our discreet spells
It's so sweet, so small, so divine
Poisoning me like a deadly wine
She keeps whispering the little lies
Intentions hidden behind her disguises
Like a lily, oh so pure
It seems too demure
Deep within its breathtaking frame
Lies a heart filled with shame
If others knew her rotten heart
Her beauty will slowly wither and break apart
The guilt and shame eat her away
She tries to hide them day by day
But her heart is torn
Slowly being pricked by a thorn
