The first lie I ever learned was a word

Just four letters that everyone strived for

You say it to your parents, you say it to your friends

When in reality it’s just a means to an end

 

Learning about the person

Objectifying who they are

Valuing the time with them

Eventually leaving it all

 

Said it a lot Say it a lot

But when is it meant

Taunting like a flame to a moth

Everyone seems like a pig at a trough

 

Never apologizing only ever greedy

Only in it for comforting the empty

Tough scars always bleeding