my lips are sealed

how can sumthin so wrong be so right

i'm not talkin about the cigarette hangin outta my mouth

but the lies that come outta my lips..

the sweet sweet taste of innocent lies..

so powerful and hurtful,

yet so easily come up with and told

how can u not see past it,

do u choose not to see it?or am i really that good?

why do they pour outta my lips uncontrollably

do i stand by it?or should i run and hide

stop lookin at me!..stop starin!..

don't judge me with ure curse-sed eyes

i rather be heared then to hide behind the lies,

the lies told but still livin in denial...