When the sun sets, the heat dies,
The moon uncovers all your lies.
A mangled corpse stuffed with untruths,
You told when we were just youths.
The first lie was was that you did love me,
The fact you don’t is now plain to see.
The second lie was of your past,
You reel as soon as the line is cast.
Your recommendations come straight from jail,
I found your record in the mail.
You never earned your money, dear,
To me that is now clear.
You lying, rotten dirty thief,
I’m fed up of you to my back teeth.
Now I’m done berating you,
The truth is that, well, I lied too.
I’m not the innocent you though me to be,
And you added to my victims? That makes three.