I would have many scars on my face
I would have limits and boundaries
I would have enemies knocking on my door
But a true enemy will kick the door

My brother would have not been punishes for my crime
If i had not lied
People trust me now, they love me now
They call me brother,
They call me son
They call me friend
They call me lover
They call me alpha

But its all the ironic reward of a lie

You know there is no salt in truth
I thought it will halt me and destroy my youth
So i decided to lie.