Love is the lie that keeps us alive.

You poured out your heart,

I pulled out my knives.

Love too truthfully and you’re done;

I could tell with one look you were too far gone.

Love is the lie that caused you to die.

You hoped too far,

Flew up too high.

That’s why I broke it off on the twelfth,

But maybe it was to save myself.

Love is the lie that’s making me cry.

It’s your absence that’s haunting,

Emptying my eyes dry.

Mercy was never my enemy,

I always thought it was you.

But maybe love isn’t a lie anymore.

Maybe it was never.