life of lies

I rather be killed with your honesty than your fake lies I rather be in my lowest than in any high Because I know you will make up lies to make me feel alive But I would beg you in my knees just tell me the truth And you would be to afraid thinking it'll take my hue Yet I still begged as you sewed the truth I rather be happy with the ache given by your wound Then be buried in the comfort your lies bound So please speak the truth before your lies pound