• I've betrayed myself with a pot full of lies,
    When that lie slipped out between my lips,
    I knew right then and there, that it's over,
    I've made a complete fool out of myself.

    Everytime I see or hear the term Liar,
    I think of me, and my body gets weak,
    I want to cry, but I strongly hold them back,
    I don't deserve to cry; for I am a Liar.

    I lied once, I lied twice and a third time,
    When I finally told the truth, I became one,
    I officially earned the name, Liar,
    I deserve to be called nothing else but that.

    Although, I am truly sorry for what I've done,
    I don't get a second chance, and I never will,
    After three months, I have finally accepted it,
    Saddly, I'll never ever get to prove myself.

    I do, however- get to start over, with myself,
    Pinky swearing that it'll never occur again,
    I have to much self-respect to repeat my history,
    I should get forgiveness, but not a second chance.