I am liar
Yes, I am liar
And great supplier
Of untruth to family members
And to welwishers
It had been my habit
To greet on stage
With only to damage
And destroy his image
Such type of cunning mind
I was looking always kind
To cheat even close friends
And bring chaos at the end
I admit
And feel fit
To invite wrath
From friends until my death
It was not my intention
To spoil the relation
But it was forced on me
As was under pressure and not free
I think everybody is liar
It is important when someone has not said it earlier
And now admitting it to face
We have goal to chase
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