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