Liar

slightly worried at what I might find
when I search the terraces of your mind
as doors slam shut to hide deceit
will we always come to land on our feet
boggle my intuition with your eyes
just don't start things with white lies
paranoia can tear down the walls
of what you thought were protected halls
fear consumes like vibrations of thunder
and every day I will continue to wonder
you cuddle in the same warm bed
and tell me there's nothing more to be said
nothing will ever truly weed out
everything that has created doubt
to you it's just one fib
to me it's now an ad-lib
plug 'n' play with the words that you like
but I'll never truly know if they're truly right
my world my air my water and my sun
if it happens again know that I'm done