As perfect as you may be,
your lies are as clear as milk.
They are white in other words.
Yes, white lies.
And they hurt.
As if you care.
You have your mind on other things.
As do I, if "other things" mean you and you only.
I like being friends,
but it is different then before.
Please don't lie anymore.
Even though milk is good for the bones,
I'd have to have a cast, that is, on my heart.