They creep up, sometimes you don’t know why,
And sometimes you can’t help why
They hurt, sometimes pain for the liar
Most times more pain for the receiver
They continue, to keep the “truth” going
And sometimes unconsciously ongoing
They spread, like wild fire deep in the forest
Most times because it’s the truth that’s at rest
They make you sad for a while
Most times they get you just so mad
They make you think, what was the motif?
Most times you realize there is just nothing to profit
They make you regret making them up
Most times they'll will only work today,to later mess you up
Lies have destroyed nations, relations and brought limitations
The “truth” about lies, is that they are so untrue mostly to you.