Lies are like black ink spilled on a white cloth
Running
Leaving a residue at every place it's been
Getting larger and larger
Dripping and sopping
Thick and dark
Never ending
Almost impossible to get off
The cloth was once pure
Perfectly white
Just like me
Until you came along
You caressed me
Made me happy
You were good
You were true
Then you lied
But I didn't even know
How fake and bad you were
You wore a mask
A pretty one
But it came off
And I saw,
The lies
You spilt your thick black ink on my white cloth
You corrupted me,
Dirtied me
You had another white sheet out there
Getting ready to be stained
I hope she has bleach
Because your a pain in the ass to get out
