It isn't the smoke dancing between my fingers,
in and out of my mouth until the morning comes
It isn't the food, for it isn't spicy enough,
nor the drink, for it isn't strong enough
Something burns my tongue, and it isn't lies
I'm tired of lies, and that is my biggest mistake
A man can only be happy when he embraces it,
turn it into something it is not
Lust becomes love, pain become gain, death becomes life
Something burns my tongue, for I am alone, perhaps for too long
Beware the solitude
For all its worth, another lie it could be