a fib, a lie
no harm is done
a scream, a cry
the trigger of a gun
you ran, you hid
never to be caught
he dies, you live
you tell lies a lot
you laugh, you smile
this wasn't your first
you wait a while
and begin to remorse
you kick, you yell
you can see it all now
the lies you tell
they begin to fall down
you run, you chase
you're hiding from yourself
this isn't a race
but you'll surely fail
you weaken, you slow
you tire yourself out
the man that you know
has slowly burned out
a fib, a lie
no harm is done
a scream, a cry
the trigger of a gun
