"I love you,"
that was a lie.
But if this lie brings a smile to your face,
then I don't mind being a liar any day.

It wasn't an actual lie.
I lied, faking it was a lie, that I
didn't actually love you.
But everyone else knows I loved.
I only wanted to deceive you,
because you'd live on happier that way
knowing I don't love you anymore.
And if this lie brings a smile to your face,
then I don't mind being a liar every day.

Even if my tongue gets caught
in the middle of the walk, and without even
breaking a sweat, I can lie fluently.
Even if one day, you found out it was just a lie,
I don't regret it knowing that
it did make you happy at least once.
That's why, if this lie brings a smile to your face,
then I don't mind being a liar anyway.