*Verse 1*
In a small-town café with a chipped white mug,
She talked real sweet, then she poured the mud.
Said his name like a secret, soft and slow,
Twisted up stories like she knew the road.
She smiled at the mothers, shook daddies’ hands,
Built herself a kingdom on sinking sand.
*Chorus*
Oh, that tongue of hers cut deeper than a knife,
Painted him a villain in everybody’s eyes.
She traded truth for favors and a place to belong,
Left a good boy bleeding from a silver-tipped tongue.
Now the whole town’s humming a half-told song,
All because of words that were dead wrong.
*Verse 2*
He was just a kid with a beat-up truck,
Calloused hands and a little bad luck.
Never claimed to be holy, never claimed to be mean,
Just living his days somewhere in between.
But she needed approval, needed that nod,
So she played judge and whispered to God.
*Chorus*
Yeah, that tongue of hers cut deeper than a knife,
Turned maybes into mayhems, rumors into life.
She fed the fire just to stay warm,
Watched his name take the shape of a storm.
Now the truth’s out back, tied and bound,
While her lies go dancing all over town.
*Bridge*
Funny how silence don’t make a sound,
When lies ride loud on the gossip ground.
But truth’s got a way of coming home,
Even when it’s walking alone.
*Verse 3*
Years roll by like an old freight train,
Time shakes loose what the lies maintain.
Some folks see clearer, some won’t look back,
Pride’s a heavy coat, and it’s hard to unpack.
She’s got her circle, but it’s built on air,
He’s got his scars—and a truthful prayer.
*Final Chorus*
That tongue of hers wrote a story untrue,
Stole his face, gave him someone new.
But the truth still breathes, even bent and bruised,
And lies wear thin when they’re overused.
In the end, it ain’t who talked the most,
It’s who stood quiet when it mattered close.
*Outro*
So here’s to the boy and the truth he kept strong,
And a warning ’bout the power of a reckless tongue.
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