Where do lies go when they die?
Is there a heaven or hell for the lies that we spread,
once they reach their end and turn cold and dead?
Some are painful and carry nothing to gain,
others we call white and have no blame.
Do lies have a soul?
And when they die,
where do they go?
Take me miles away to anywhere that I can live.
When I feel better I have so much more to give.
Promises I made had me hide the truth.
Somehow I forgot my innocent youth.
Do lies grow old?
Where do they go,
once they stop being told?
once they reach their end and turn cold and dead?
Some are painful and carry nothing to gain,
others we call white and have no blame.
Do lies have a soul?
And when they die,
where do they go?
Take me miles away to anywhere that I can live.
When I feel better I have so much more to give.
Promises I made had me hide the truth.
Somehow I forgot my innocent youth.
Do lies grow old?
Where do they go,
once they stop being told?
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