Original Lie

I feel like lying and crying and sighing then dying.
But I can't and I won't and I shan't and I don't.
I'm a pretty awful fuck I'm now out of luck so don't you get stuck just get back in your truck.
You've no idea what's hid what I've under this lid so believe my small fib and just do as I bid.
You lied to me too calling gray skies clear blue so then when I flew I found it untrue.
Good times are scarce now that hard times are rare even after this fair this friendship's a snare.
And I wish I could flee if the problem weren't me and then they'd all see this ride's got a fee.