My soul, A blank canvas

My lies, the paint

My tongue, the brush

As my tongue lies, the brush paints

Endless lies rolling out of my tongue

lie after lie, the canvas is done

I stare at what's looking back at me

The old me that I used to be

With a look in her eyes that says I can no longer be

that's what my lies had done and made me become

the soul of a liar that can't be undone