What's the matter with you?
You can't stick with what is true
Making a fool of yourself, although you knew
Why do you think it's okay?
With these hundreds of people to play
With our hearts as if they're made of clay
The more you lied, the more I believed
The more I believed, the more I grieved
Because my heart has been cleaved
From your tongue of poison
That for now has been frozen
Why do I even care
Why do I even dare
To think there will be a sudden flare
Of truth in your gorgeous eyes
Oh, how you make me agonize
Is it time for my own demise?