Lying is a fire, it starts so small,
A spark of comfort, a flickering call.
We feed it lightly, with little thought,
But once it grows, it's hard to stop.

At first, it feels like just a game,
A harmless word, no one to blame.
A twist of truth, a little spin,
It slides so smoothly, with no trace within.

But as we feed it, it takes hold,
Turning silver lies into gold.
The rush it gives, the fleeting grace,
It makes truth seem distant and hard to face.

Each time we bend, we justify,
It’s just a moment, no need to cry.
But in our hearts, we know it’s wrong,
Yet we keep singing the same old song.

We tell ourselves it’s not that bad,
A little lie to make us glad.
The world demands a perfect show,
So we feed the lie, and let it grow.

The stories we weave, the masks we wear,
We think no one notices, no one cares.
But deep inside, we know the truth,
Lies are chains that bind our youth.

The addict’s grip is soft at first,
But soon it tightens, and it starts to thirst.
A craving grows, and soon we’re blind,
Chasing the high, we leave behind.

Each lie builds more, a dangerous thread,
A tapestry of words we've said.
We say what’s needed, we hide the cost,
But in the end, we’re always lost.

We lie to others, lie to friends,
We lie to start, we lie to end.
But in the silence, in the space,
The lies take root, they leave...