"Liar"
The scent of your betrayal
Smells like her perfume.
The lie that's catching on your lips
Is forming way too soon.
The lipstick on your collar
Is not a color that I own.
It's a lie when you said you tried to call
But I wouldn't pick up my phone.
The present that you bought me
Is something she would wear;
A lie to cover up the secret
That it's not just my bed you share.
The hair that's on your shoulder
Is not my shade nor length;
A reason to make another excuse
For just how low you sank.
But the biggest liar here is me,
Who keeps on smiling all the time,
Pretending I know nothing at all
When the fact is you're not only mine.
Smells like her perfume.
The lie that's catching on your lips
Is forming way too soon.
The lipstick on your collar
Is not a color that I own.
It's a lie when you said you tried to call
But I wouldn't pick up my phone.
The present that you bought me
Is something she would wear;
A lie to cover up the secret
That it's not just my bed you share.
The hair that's on your shoulder
Is not my shade nor length;
A reason to make another excuse
For just how low you sank.
But the biggest liar here is me,
Who keeps on smiling all the time,
Pretending I know nothing at all
When the fact is you're not only mine.