Lies in a suitcase

Lies in a suitcase

She piled all her lies in a suitcase
The ones she didn’t need she did simply forget

Tyla, Error of My Ways –

I don’t judge you
At least not as much as I judge myself
What I do judge
is your poor understanding of what you think is important

You can be shallow, or flighty, or frivolous
You can want the biggest house, the most expensive dress, the most ostentatious wedding
And I still won’t judge you
At least not as much as I judge
your pretending you don’t want all that simply because you’re afraid
that I will judge you for it

I don’t judge you
At least not as much as I judge myself
What I do judge
is the hypocrisy with which you run your life

You can be romantic, or whipped, or needy
You can want a rich husband, a houseful of children, a life as a trophy wife
And I still won’t judge you
At least not as much as I judge
your pretending you don’t want all that simply because you can’t
admit that you’re afraid what you really want will cost you what you have

I don’t judge you
At least not as much as I judge myself
What I do judge
is your complete disrespect for the values you grew up with

You can be coy, you can be a flirt, a total whore
You can want as many men as your legs can accommodate, as many admirers as your little black book can contain, as many gifts as your house can hold
And I still won’t judge you
At least not as much as I judge
the total nonchalance with which you hurt your own family just to get all this
when you should have stayed away because you knew better

I don’t judge any of you
At least not as much as I judge myself
What I do judge
is how you throw all your faults, your ineptitude in friendships, and your own integrity out the window
until your world starts crumbling
And when that happens, I say,
Do what you’ve always done
and again, let me judge you

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