[I sometimes ask, "Why do I do this to myself!" I tell myself that its all about perception; nothing more, nothing less. The misconceptions I allow people to have are my way of being false. I'm tired of my naivete.]
How I wish I could lie
(To the tune of I believe I can fly…)
I used to think that lies were all too wrong
And truth would hold out and would last for long
But now I see the meaning in false lives
Innocence is just causing me great harm.
If you can't see through it, then I'd go through with it,
If you'd just believe it, there's nothing to it.
How I wish I could lie
How I wish I could thus get by
I think about it every night and day
(how) To manipulate people to my way
How I wish you wouldn't doubt
All the lies flowing through my open mouth
Oh how I wish I could lie
How I wish I could lie
How I wish I could lie.
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