Lying to
myself
is bad
enough
But
lying
to you
hurts
more
But
there’s
no way
I could
be truthful
That’s
for
fucking
sure
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Lying to
myself
is bad
enough
But
lying
to you
hurts
more
But
there’s
no way
I could
be truthful
That’s
for
fucking
sure
You
claim
to be
perfect
But
yet you
were ill
equipt
To show
any real
love or
compassion
So to
me your
crown has
slipped
Although you’re glad to have me back,
Eating those chips will give me a heart attack!
I can’t sit in front of the telly all day,
For I fear my brain will waste away.
I don’t want a pint at the Working Men’s Club –
How about we cycle to a gastropub?
I don’t remember Elsie from next door but two,
Even if you are convinced I do.
And I don’t want any more tea,
Unless it’s ceylon, roiboos or elderberry.
You see when I moved away,
I left all of this without a care.
And now when I’m forced to come back here,
I am embarrassed beyond compare.
It’s easy
for you to
pretend
nothing
is wrong
But
there’s
no way I
can
do it
Not after
all the
water that’s
gone under
the bridge
And how,
head first,
you
pushed
me in it
You never
see the
worst of
my illness
because
I hide it
from you
For you
to know
the truth
about me
would just
tear me
in two
So I’ll
paint
on a
smile and
pretend
that I’m
fine
For
doing so
protects
both
your
sanity
and mine
Your fake
concern
disgusts meYour false
condolences
make me sickIf you
really want
to comfort meJust piss off
and leave me
aloneYou prick
I
told you
a lie
yesterday
I said
I felt better
and that I
am okay
When the
actual truth
is I hope
and pray
That I
won’t live
to see
another day
It’s
not
that I’ll
never
call
you my
friendIt’s
just
that I’ll
never
call
you
again
I’ll smile today, for you.
But I won’t mean it.
I’ll laugh today, for you.
But I won’t feel it.
I’ll fake it every day, for you.
But you’ll never know it.
Every time I make you laugh another part of me dies inside.
For you can never now be the one to whom I can confide.
It’s my own fault, I know too well, as I should not try to pretend.
But if you could only see past my facade, you’d make a cracking friend.