I'm A Liar And Your A Fake Poem by Peter Strugnell

the love I invested I never got back
and where does that leave me further down the track
you've got to be lied to to know the value of truth
I have some regrets, I've wasted my youth
and we all know that politicians are all on the take
and I am a liar, and you're a fake

it's simple really to explain what you do
apply to every instance, 'what's in it for you? '
as the African president again fills his boots
more children die as he robs and he loots
any love left is destroyed in the wake
and I'm a liar and your a fake

I don't know who you are any more
where's the woman, the lover I had before
I don't understand my very own emotions
where's the love, the care, the devotion
the colours of our love have faded to opaque
and I'm a liar and your a fake

the rich get richer and the poor stay poor
and a cold wind blows in my heart and these shores
when I held out my hand you slapped it away
there is no winner here; we're both gonna pay
we are like two spoilt children, we only know how to take
and I'm a liar and you're a fake

It's impossible you can't argue with a fickle wind
it changes direction and nobody wins
sadly we both now know, it shall never be the same
the bankers screw us over, they have no shame
why not use the name your mother gave you, for pity's sake
I may be a liar but honey your a fake