Tell a lie, it’s what I expect; they are easier to decipher than the truths of your actions. The truths where you nurse me to health dropping everything else The truths where you add wheels to pinewood derby cars For kids you didn’t know 6 months ago The truth that you never let me down until it was too late to pick me up. Tell a lie. Tell a lie. I would rather not know how my mind captivated you made you see things differently. How you tried, but couldn’t. I was too much and not enough in all the wrong ways. I am too me, too PTSD, too old to ******* plead. Tell a lie. Tell a lie. The one where you can move on without me as if we never existed. That you can toss me away Like expired milk. That you can just go on with your life as if I were not maimed like I had not lost a foot, hobbling around. Tell a lie. Tell a lie. Tell me you’re taking the same **** only a different toilet Make me feel like I was just one in a line of hundreds, and not the only one for you. Because if you could just tell me this lie I could move on I could explain that you never loved me. Tell a lie.