Liar. (more so a poem)

I don't know anymore
You ask me a question
I'll lie
You ask me to be truthful
And I'll convince myself I am
I lie.
But I don't know anymore.

Where's the line?
When lying is the only way to answer
I can't feel, so is saying I'm not in pain
A lie?
I guess I'm a liar.
But am I alive?

Who knows anymore
Don't ask my opinion
I'll lie
Don't ask me to be truthful
I'll just give you a mouthful
Of lies.
Who will know anymore

Where's the line?
When lying is the only way to answer
I can't feel, so is saying I'm not in pain
A lie?
I guess I'm a liar.
But am I alive?

I'm a lot of things
Just like I see a lot of things
I like to pretend to be
I guess I'm a liar
I guess I'm a liar
I guess I'm a liar

Where's the line?
When lying is the only way to answer
I can't feel, so is saying I'm not in pain
A lie?
I guess I'm a liar.
But I'm alive.
I guess I'm a liar.