There is friend's unseperated by time and living close
They have the world hanging on they strings
They even seem to cloak themselves in truth
But one of them suddenly tells lies
And the very nature of his replies changes
The very inflection of his speech is marred
The backpedaling in his voice emerges
To become a beacon in the ear a very certain present tense
His friend who seemed so certain of his friend pauses
For he has heard it too this lie
This almost truth that came to separate the two from love
This much is now certain they will always be some different
And not ever truly friends again.
Call the one man truthteller and the other has a namme as well:
Liar.
