I'm a compulsive liar
Or that's what he says I am
So then when I speak
Nobody will give a damn
He'll say "She's a compulsive liar
She never tells the truth.
Don't believe what she says
Or she'll make a fool out of you"
I'll laugh and cry and shout
To make my story seem the truth
But they'll know better
Or at least they'll think they do
But how do they know what's lies or what's real?
Is it because someone told them what to think
Or tells them what to feel?
I may be a compulsive liar
Who nobody will believe
But at least I know the truth and what's a lie
And thusly I am free