Your Lies.

You just don't understand,
And I don't like to explain,
Why I don't like to hold your hand,
Or try to ease your pain.

To touch you would be to lose myself,
In a world of your rejection,
Where no one gives a damn,
Where I always fail inspection.

A piece of hell that spreads,
Through lonliness and sighs,
Where faith leaves you blind,
We're held together by your lies.