Each new morning in suburbia bring with it a new set of lies.
Litle white lies, tild not to hurt but to make life more plasent.
They tell these lies to pretect themselves and their reputations.
Of course every now and then, the day arrives when someone finally decides to tell the true.

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Yes, each new day in suburbia brings with it a new set of lies.
The worst are the ones we tell ourselves before we fall asleep.
We wisper them in the dark, tellning ourselves were happy.
That we can changes.
We presuade ourselves we can live with our sins.
Yes, each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves, in the desperate, desperate hope the come morning it will all be true.