900
Her:
Did You do it?
Me:
No baby...
Her:
That is what you all say,
Lies on top of lies till your souls decay.
But why lie now in the hot seat & booth?
When you know you can just tell the truth?
The truth will set you free. A--
Me:
--Evidently that's not with me.
If I lie it was true I had baleful intent,
To hurt you; I was supposedly hell bent.
If I tell the truth my hearts pain heretofore, stayed,
And my shoulders aren't lifted, their weight is more, weighed.
It's because my truth isn't good enough for you,
I lose both ways, so what else can I do?
If the difference is, rarely barely,
Why shouldn't I lie, verily daringly...?
If I tell the truth and can't get a reprieve,
I'll make you believe and try to deceive.
If you can't allow truth to go whoa, and pass,
Then how are we supposed to hope, to last?
Her:
...click, dial-tone
Us:
Sigh...
