When I open my mouth, lies spew out like a faucet.
I feel happy for a while, and then I forget.
Trying not to drown, I attempt to swim
only to be held down by him.
Punishment for spewing lies I drown,
wearing nothing on my face then a foolish frown.
My salty tears don't make a difference.
They don't change their brand new inference.
When my lungs fill with lies,
it's only then I realize,
I'm the one who dies,
not them.
