Not my fault, it could have been 'til death do us part',
But your lie was ' in sickness and in health'
And you ran spilling lies behind you.
Honour and protect- there's two more
And faithful, lie number four.
That one's a doozy, I saw your texts.
Then there was financial support,
You left me with the medical bills and I found not a penny while sifting through your lies.
You were broke, you said; there's another.
You, with the fancy car, living the high life
Deserter, liar.
I only told one lie; actually I told another,
My fault this time
I photoshopped you with the bosses wife.