to think I've become such a liar
before long, I don't know what the hell I say
I'm bitter and filled with hatred and wicked desire
I'm lost on my own way
to think I used to be a good guy

a friend asked me a bit before
whether or not I thought
she was starting to act like a whore
thinking of all the times we fought
I decided to lie
now look at her now
every night, in order to sleep, she must cry
I don't know how
this got out of proportion but I
caused it all

back when my other friend talked to me
she used to argue with me until she
knew she was really wrong or really right
and now, she can't even be
a friend to me tonight
I forced her to see
the other side of me
the miserable compulsive liar was out
and now she can't live
unless it means being without me

my best friend ( I love her so)
is the closest to me
I used to think we'd be together till the end
now without me, she's glad to be free
we used to love each other
but now states lie between us
she's probably hoping that I
go into the street and get hit with a bus
(honestly, I wouldn't mind, I might even try)
to think only a few words can change everything

now I sit here, eyes closed, voices around me
does anyone fear or care if the a*****e dies?
no, people want to actually see
I've wronged them so much
many of them won't talk to me
I'm sensitive to any touch
so some contemplate choking me

I'm a b*****d who people hate
I'm about to die, but no one can wait
they want me gone now
to think I was actually good guy
once