The liar He lives surrounded of people, he has too many friends. He has a work, a family and a dog. He has money, he goes to parties and to the movies. But when he wakes up every morning, he starts telling lies. He lies about his dreams, about what he craves He lies about his life, about how he have got everything that he wanted. He lies about how he is happy and how he is loved. He does not lie to his family, friends or dog. He is the worst kind of liar. He lies to him self. Into the night, when is jus he and his loneliness He starts thinking. What should he do to forget how to think? When he thinks, he soffer. He knows that he is a liar. He fancy a life with love, but he doesn´t know how to love. He is a sad guy How could someone feeling this feelings? He is never alone Why he does not love? Why anybody loves him? These are your thoughts he blames himself for not being happy But he has hope. So he remains alive . He believes that one day on a sunny afternoon He will see a single smile And that will be enough to give him a sense of it all . Meanwhile, he will lie to himself every morning.