Compulsive Liar
Take a step back
Try to figure out what you lack
So you like to tease
And never seize the chance to please
Cry your way to blood shot eyes
Is it hard to keep track of all the lies?
Pray you can cover the grays
Even if it is cliché
Pointless hookups while
You play dress up and ignore the gossip
Brush away the truth
Just to hang on to your youth
But you're no exception to the rule
and you're playing no one for a fool
A crack appears down the middle
you know you'll always play second fiddle
to the illusion reflecting your delusion
and you're nothing but an intrusion.
The truth in the mirror
has never been clearer
and the person staring back
through the spreading cracks
is just a compulsive liar
caught up in the barbed wire
of superficial desire.