I remember the first time I lied to my mom

Even though I was small then I knew I'd done wrong

I thought I'd get away with it until my brother

came into my room and told me that I;m



Dead! Dead Elizabet!

In so much trouble you'll live to regret.

Dead! Dead Elizabeth!

Busted!



Mama's gonna kill you



Nowadays I'm much older but still haven't learned

I do so many things thinking I won't get burned

Consequence has no meaning to me

But sometimes late at night I can still hear my

brother's voice