Left with just a faint outline,

Of who I used to be.

Like chalk on the sidewalk,

Waiting for the rain to wash me away.

I won't find faith in your false feelings,

Not fooled by your misleading's,

No, I won't buy this life your selling,

I'm tired of these lies your telling.

Your only telling half of it.

Say it's because

There's only half worth telling.

When you try to laugh it off,

When I have caught your pretty little lies.

I won't find faith in your false feelings,

Not fooled by your misleading's

No, I won't buy this life your selling.

I'm tired of these lies your telling.

I guess you should have listened.

You should see the look on your face.

You must have picked that up from your dad.

That talent of listening,

In one ear and out the other.