Little big lies, what others need not know,
That hides behind a mask, so prime with rose-colored glass.
Shove down, deep, deep, deep into the pits of the dryest desert well,
Never shed, always dread the tears that you may as well weep, do tell.
Little big lies, what others never can know,
You hear their cries, yet can never reach out even on tippy-toe ice.
Hide the fear from others’ view, make them see a healthy you,
Let their eyes know nothing but joy, and never seek the latter side to a toy.
Little big lies, what others can not understand,
The Visions you see outside of man.
In light, in dark, in sleep, in wake,
They come to me and make me shake.
So, now you see, I only lie to stay outside,
For if you knew the truth I’d be locked up to die, still telling…
little big lies