What if people knew you mind, liar.
You’re like a thief walking a high wire.
That’s your greatest fear, being though a liar.
It haunts your dreams, tears at the seams.
I’m sure that’s why you always run.
But where ever you go.
You’re still right there, liar.
So, go ahead point a finger.
Karma, it seems to linger.
Afraid to go to sleep?
Go ahead close those baby blues, liar.
I guess you can hide them after all.
From the one that loved the liar.