Where's The Truth In Lies?

Duet by Ude Ugo and Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

WHERE'S THE TRUTH IN LIES?

Say you speak to stars

Say you'll safeguard my heart

Say you'll run downtown

And flaunt me all around

You were Arabian

I a Berber

Say we'll breed Moor

But where went your love

When I craved more?

Yes, I had built castles of hope

And mansions of belief with my words.

There was love, yes there was

But it ran cold.

When the embers could be stoked no more

I poured a bucket of lies.

Why string broken hearts

If you can't skip to it?

Why weave words with wantonness

If you can't adorn me with it?

You lied in honesty

All hell your dynasty.

There was pride in the game

Fun in the chase

Smiled at the ripples my words caused

Lies were my darts

If only your eyes could see the truth beneath the lies.

I was blinded by lust

Reason covered by dust

What's romance without intimacy?

And that's how I trapped me in your fallacy.

Liar!

Liar you are!

Liar....you call me

Because I worked spells of falsehood but you failed to see the truth in the lie....

The truth that it was all a lie.

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