There is friend's unseperated by time and living close They have the world hanging on they strings They even seem to cloak themselves in truth But one of them suddenly tells lies And the very nature of his replies changes The very inflection of his speech is marred The backpedaling in his voice emerges To become a beacon in the ear a very certain present tense His friend who seemed so certain of his friend pauses For he has heard it too this lie This almost truth that came to separate the two from love This much is now certain they will always be some different And not ever truly friends again. Call the one man truthteller and the other has a namme as well: Liar.
