Lie upon lie, like a widow to a fly;
My need for the truth, I tried to deny.
For somewhere in my mind
I know now for real;
At some point in my life -
My heart you did steal.
But returned it in pieces, and who would've known
That those fragments I've nurtured
Have since turned to stone;
So with feelings unscathed
by pain or by hurt,
I've returned to the open, a fresh mind to pervert.