Portrait of a Lying Heart

Brace your broken finger from all the times you shot me down
Lying now won’t cover your guilt-stained hands
You stabbed me in the back, revealing your shaded lies
This time, your canvas won’t come clean
Broken frame, black-stained brush from all the
Times you concealed your lies
But still they seep through the lines
Wake up! You paint a portrait of a lying heart
Tracing the technique to strengthen your ability
Harsh strokes try to weaken my design
Scared of failing, you’ve become what you despise
This time, your canvas won’t come clean
Broken frame, black-stained brush from all the
Times you concealed your lies
But still they seep through the lines
Wake up! You paint a portrait of a lying heart
Broken frame, black-stained brush from all the
Times you concealed your lies
But still they seep through the lines
Wake up! You paint a portrait of a lying.
Broken frame, black-stained brush from all the
Times you concealed your lies
But still they seep through the lines
Wake up! You paint a portrait of a lying heart