I bet your brother shakes his head in disbelief, the one girl you love leaves you in grief. But did you tell both sides of the story? How'd you deceive her? Not once did you come to her rescue. Though you want your family to believe this was all on me. You just need a good story to tell when your dad asks how's your day been? Oh boy I'm just a joke. Your tiny fib. The attention you seek at dinner for your family to speak on; while you sip your tea. To set assure better sleep. When your mother comes in your room at night while you're balling your eyes out. You cling to her as she reassures you everything's alright. But what about the girl you lied about? She just died inside in fact tonight. She jumped off her building porch around 7ish. Right before the finalé she said i don't speak boyshit then fell down beneath. The crowd wowed but no one called for help. So when you hear about her death, she hopes you think of the pain she dealt with. When you're spreading lies to the demons she once described were only nice to her because they thought you had finally found the woman of your life.