Malady Murphy

All your lies, all the lies you left on me
Like a stench I just can't wash clean
Think they smell it? Think they know I can't believe
In the person standing right in front of me?

Yourself, you hid—you told me so
But what you did, I'll never know
And it makes the lie you are so much more complete
Malady Murphy

Who are you? The cliché's starting to make sense
And who am I if I can fall for a myth?
You're a figment of your own imagination
And I'm a fool for feeling so placated

But if nothing was true, then you broke my word too
And for that, I don't think I can ever forgive you
But it makes the lie you made us so much more complete
Malady Murphy

You are your father's daughter, and I hope that makes you glad
I know daddy'd be so proud of the girl that he wished he'd never had

So you can try and run, you can say you've changed
You can tell folks that's not your given name
But you know you'll always have just one name to me
Malady Murphy

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