I couldn't tell you which lie I prefer
the one hidden behind a smile and good intent,
or the one angrily defended and yelled in my face.
At least there is a point to true deceit
you didn't just make some shit up to make yourself feel better
you meant to manipulate me
you stepped on me and used me
and it got you a better job.
It's the rest I don't understand
being a friend, but not really
making up half-assed excuses why.
Trample me down
tell me you don't like me
I'll get over it
pretending you do breaks my heart.