I was a faker.

A liar;

A poser.

My throat had caught on fire from the lies that I had told.

For a thousand years and over, I had been this way and remained

But with the help of a 4 leaf clover, I'd promised I could change.

For my throat had caught on fire from the lies that I had told.

"Careful," they would say, as I sat on the edge of my abyss.

"Why am I this way?"

"I don't know," came the simple reply.

Of course nobody knew.

'Cuz my throat had caught on fire from the lies that I had told.

Year after year,

Guilt would wrack my brain.

All that negative energy,

Was making me insane.

I'd scream at the top of my lungs, yelling-

"Free me, why am I in this?!"

But alas no one had saved me,

As I fell into the abyss.

I would speak, I would talk.

I would whisper, I would yell.

And so the fire had distinguished,

For there were no lies to tell.