To be lied to,
is like a huntsman spider waiting around the corner,
getting itself ready to crawl inside you.
Everything comes out in the wash.
As my nanna would say,
While she flicks her wrist to look at her watch.
Time fly\'s aye?
So I ask as many questions as I can,
Yet all I here is a lie every day.
People going about there lives with white lies hidden in the hay.
To be lied to,
is like breathing toxic air and not knowing what it will do.
But who?
I want to remind you.
That to be lied to,
Is feeling the whole world stop and stand still for only a second, maybe two.