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.
