I've been my way through your fabricated story; tripping over into your territory as the rug was out from under my feet. collected a spool of the tales you are spinning and I've been all tangled up from the very beginning; silly me, I should've known better.
I watched you tie bows around true like you could box in lies with paper and glue.
Well, like you have run out of time; this time you're way out of and I'm all stuck in knots from trying to straighten you out. And I've settled the score for you so I wouldn't have to what was true. Spin own web of lies - Looks like you're all up.
You laughed, you cried, then you hung me up to dry, and hard to pick yourself up when you're stuck so high. Yeah, sure, funny -- yeah, you've got me in stitches. Well let's just see how low you can go - maybe at some point you'll learn that you'll reap you sow when you let things spiral just to tie you over.
Well I'm ripping the threads out of all says you cutting every single tie that you ever tried to bind me to you. Because I'm not your puppet -- this is my turn to shine and these are mine.
Well, looks like you have run out of time; this you're way out of line and I'm all stuck in knots from trying to straighten you out. And I've settled the score for you so I wouldn't have to what was true. Spin your own web of -
Go lay under your quilt of lies; I promise you that they'll unravel with time -- don't wait for a sign.
Well, like you have run out of time; this time you're way out of line and I'm all stuck in knots from trying to straighten you out. And I've settled the score for you so I have to believe what was true. Spin your own web of -
You can't tailor my to fit your view. Your tales(tails) are finally running loose from all of your frayed -- look now
your unraveling.