The lovers lie By Wayne Ernzer

The lies go on the lies stay there
he carved them in my favorite chair
The wood was from the tree he fell
that I had nurtured all to well
The chair I rocked and nursed my child
while He went out and acted wild
And I thought by being good
that good will be the rule
the one that told me honest lies
was never from my school
I went along and played the games
but none were like the others
they kept on changing strategy
it was meant to shield his cover
it seems I'm used to trickery
as though it's suposed to be
the same one that
had showed me love
then toppled down my tree
I tried to find a reason
the nead to cheat on me
The answer
carved upon the chair
that used to be my tree
the words will stay forever
the lies that have no flair
he carved it deep upon the tree
that was made into a chair