On the inside of the lie,nThere is always there a reason. nAnd the lie often spins high,nBut the root is always smallernnNever heard a thing in my life as a little white one,nBecause of what it becomes,nBecause of the hurt on someone.nnI know a friend and the friendships based on falsehoods,nWith all will in the world, nI don’t know if he’s real.nI wouldn’t be surprised if he turned out to be a hologram,nIn his depth of despair,nNothing he has is even there.nnOn the outside of a truth,nThere is often disappointment.nAnd the truths become more boring,nBut the root is always purernnNever heard of a thing in my life as a big fat one,nBecause you cant dress it up,nBut it can still hurt someone.nnI have an enemy and the enemy is based on truthness,nWith all the will in the world,nAt least he knows I was real.nI wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to hate everyone,nIn his depth of despair,nAt least he knows what is there.nnAnd so to tell a lie,nWell it just becomes a truth in the end.nIn the end, in the end.nAnd to hurt a guy,nWell it happens no matter what word is used,nFeel abused, lies are truths.