Being honest when dishonesty would play well
They think me a fool, every one of them laughs
But they are the ones living lies, they are fools
I know the truth, they've created their own Hell
Burning in the pit of deceit, stab me in the back
Wanting to teach me a lesson I'd not get in school
But I am aware, truth serves me in the very end
I can't remember a web of lies, or message sent
I'll take the laughs as cues for me to understand
I'll move on, don't need their friendly backhand
