Liar liar robes on fire
how many times have I heard that
so childish and yet so true
once a Slytherin always a Slytherin
and Slytherins lie
I wanted to write fiction but
the world doesn't want fiction
it wants scandals and journalism
and journalists lie
no longer am I of the green and silver glory
or of the world of gossip and scandal
and I will make good of it
and that's a lie
and my robes and my world catch fire and
the fire is my legacy of untruth
it doesn't dare stop until I do
and it spreads/
/it spreads quickly the flame of lies
lying and deceiving was my life
yet I don't remember any of it
but lies and deception are my nature
once a Slytherin always a Slytherin
and Slytherins lie
none of the identity theft was meant badly
now I know how they feel with no memories
but I only wanted to be loved and
to be a celebrity so people would love me
and celebrities lie
and I find myself stuck in an asylum
trapped by myself back where I started
nobody loves me nobody visits
I still love me though
and that's a lie
though I do not remember I understand
the seriousness of my untruths
and it catches up to me now
and it spreads quickly and devours me
liar liar robes on fire.