white lie

i am the lie that you were told
i am the sickness you were sold
i am the fire that you hold
i am the noise that drives you insane
i am the weakness that brings you pain
i am the disease with no name
i am the secret place over the door
i am the sound under the floor
i am the pain from your open soars
i am the fariy tale your used to beliving
i am the open scars that keep on bleeding
i am the thirst that keeps you needing
i am your broken limb
i am the spoken sin
i am the contrast that never dims
i am the grass that never dies
i am that guilty little sigh
i am your little white lie