Spin those webs of lies you try so hard to sell me. Try to tell me that it was all for love. Try to spin them one more time, that web of lies. I'm done with you, and I'm done with lies. I hope to live to see the day that you sing the truth. I hope to live when that song is for me. I hope to live to see the day I get to lay in your arms and not worry about the webs snaring me into the trap you've placed. I hope to see and live the day that well grow old and die old and brittle and still be together.