Does your little white lies
Gets whiter each time you lie?
Then it becomes brighter and brighter...
That I have to close my eyes.
Your little white lies
When I finally closed my eyes
All I can see is darkness
Now there is no more light.
Does your pretty little lies
Gets prettier each time you lie?
Then it becomes your truth
But all the trust dies.
Your pretty little lies
Deceiving crooked into straight lines
Believing like it is the truth
But your truth will turn ugly in time.
Pretty little white lies
They are pretty, little and white.
But little becomes huge
When done so many times.