Another half-filled bottle in the hand
It helps to kill the pain we don’t understand.
The liar speaks “Yeah, I’ll always love you,”
Then sleeps for dreams she never let come true-
All the dreams of me and you.
I trusted your wretched heart to be so sure,
I’d have staked my life on it, but I was wrong before…
Wrong again, and I won’t get lost in this lie,
I refuse the awkward “how are you?’s” and “I’m just fine’s.”
This is what happens when you love a lie.
Feel those pills in the palm of your hand?
Pass a few over, let me understand.
What was the point to even try,
When this love’s been proven to be a lie?
Your love’s a lie, a lie, a lie.
Her excuses pour from the lips I loved,
The lips I kissed, the lips of my beloved,
And I shake my head in disappointment.
“You had me at hello,” and lost me at goodbye,
So this is what happens when you fall in love with a lie,
this is what happens when you love and aren’t loved,
This is what happens when you give out chances undeserved.
I’m a great person, a great guy, a good heart,
And she’ll realize it, and regret, and want it back…
But I refuse to love a lie. I refuse to speak truth to a liar.
And I smile, because I am free. I am free. I am free. I am free.
Free from the pain, free from the lies, free from the excuses, free from the hurt,
free from the bloody stains on my white t-shirt,
Free from feeling unimportant, free from being kept a secret, free from being second-best,
Free from being priority “number one,” yet put under the rest.
Free from being blown off for dates, free from it all,
Sometimes to stand, we just need to fall.
So I will reach up, rip the lies off my wall,
And I will walk, rather than crawl,
Even after she knocks me on my knees.
Now I will stand, be strong for myself,
Say 8 chances is more than enough,
And smile. Cause I am free… I am free. I am free.