She Lies

Sometimes she lies for no reason
words spill out like ants from an antpile
crawl all over you
eat you up

it's easy when she lies
it flows like music and she almost believes it
it's like a damned art that nobody's a fan of
she hates herself when she lies
she hates herself she when she doesn't

she lies to make the pieces of her puzzle fit together
she's a hologram of a human being
all air no substance
you can't fill her in with words
she's frozen and incapable

and when she lies to you
it fills you up like wine
you're drunk on it
you love what she says
it give you everything you need
until the lies run out

there's an ugly truth behind the lies
a scarred and broken face
if you'd only look behind the mirror
looked through the cracked lines in the surface to what lies beneath
you'd see her there
looking up at you horrified

sometimes the lie makes you a villain
she thinks she's a hero sometimes
she thinks she's saving people from herself
that broken monster that she hides away from

and the lies become part of her soul
part of her being
and it scares her
it becomes easier to lie every time you say it

and she cares
somewhere deep down inside she cares
but the core is calloused and hard
and if you were to break it there'd be nothing inside
she has no self esteem
no real image of herself

sometimes she comes inside of you and changes you
makes you into her
you become the monster behind the mirror
because sometimes when I stare at her
I see myself reflected
it scares me every time

my greatest fear is
one day I'll wake up
and what I'll see
will be her world of lies
all of her lies will become truth
and what a horrible world that would be!

inverted and perverse
and you hang on the half truths and freudian slips
because maybe you think
maybe there's a human somewhere inside the wreckage
but that's all rotted away.