I Told You She's Lying

You can't get tired of a song If you never listen to the lyrics You can't let her be away long If she stays sick Her boils won't heal If you never expose them Who's to say what she says is real If she won't lift up her hem? Her pigtails are falling out Every time you bathe her Treat her like a mental drought Like all of her thoughts are a blur Paint her nails a sickly green Her eyes are glossy with dread To match her skin's pale sheen So she can't tell them what she's been fed