Sweet Lil' Lies

Tell me lies, my ears would want to hear,
Tell me you missed the bus,
When you were ashamed to acknowledge me in front of your busty mates.

Tell me lies,
Tell me you want me to join you for your beloved party,
When deep down you're hoping I will turn you down.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that my cooking seems great,
When you shut the door at the very scent of it.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that you are the centre of all infomation and guide,
When you are simply not bothered of anothers' despair.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that you have an outgoing team of people ready to accept a newcomer,
Whom I feel invisible to be around with.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that you invite all colour and races with open arms,
When you are the perfect example of a double faced racist ever created.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that my writing skills are brilliant,
When disbelief runs through your mind on how an Asian can ever oversmart a British grammatically.

Tell me lies,
Tell me you miss me and you want to meet me for the weekend,
When you just want to satisfy your carnal desires.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that you buy me things because you care for me,
When it is an implied act for sex in return.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that you are every womans' man,
When you don't give two pennies the moment I speak.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that you are the most honest person I've ever met,
When the only sane detail I know about you is your name.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that I am the only one you love,
When the truth is that I am merely a substitute when everything else fails.

Tell me, my love,
Tell me sweet little lies,
That my ears long to hear,
When my heart knows the truth.