You have tangled us in your web you weave
When you had deceive me

If you stop and think about it
It's true you'll have to admit

It may start as a small lie
A lie which you try to deny,
So you lie to cover that lie
So more lies you have to apply your paint to those too .

With each lie the web grows thinker
Where will it stop heaven knows,

This web can grow so very fast
With all those lies you have amassed so perfectly.

The web will catch yourself in unawares

All your lies it then ensnares,
The web can grow so very big
With each lie your grave you dig.

You become wrapped up in your lies
This could eventually be your demise,
It's best to be honest from the start
That way you won't break anyone's heart.

Where's the way out you may ask
This is indeed a spider task,
Own up and just come clean
And admit what a cad you've been.