Words spoken could last ages before fading.
The lies you tell today may become the truth some live by tomorrow
A time would come when your mouth may spill
Let out secrets never said, to people who should have remained strangers.
You'd let your heart yearn, and your tongue free to waggle
In the end, you are the architect of your own demise
And when the time comes, at the fated moment
You either to choose to spill or guard your words.