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We Lied to You, Dear
We lied to you, dear,
because you were small,
and afraid of what lies
at the end of the hall.
Lying’s just what parents do.
We’re rather good at it.
From Santa Claus to all that crawls
in hearts and rooms at night.
One day you’ll understand
why mummy’s neck was red,
and why daddy drank when the doorbell rang.
The facts will be as plain as lead.
But we lied to you, dear,
because you were small,
and we lived in fear
at the end of the hall.
because you were small,
and afraid of what lies
at the end of the hall.
Lying’s just what parents do.
We’re rather good at it.
From Santa Claus to all that crawls
in hearts and rooms at night.
One day you’ll understand
why mummy’s neck was red,
and why daddy drank when the doorbell rang.
The facts will be as plain as lead.
But we lied to you, dear,
because you were small,
and we lived in fear
at the end of the hall.
Published 10th Sep 2023
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yes we lie to our kids, but as a kid I always remember telling nothing but lies to my parents, and their lives being truly awful together, we somehow got by
11th Sep 2023 1:35am
11th Sep 2023 1:38pm
