📝 Lyrics – “Don’t Believe the Lies I Sell” by 4Me2BeFree

🎬 Song Insight – “Don’t Believe the Lies I Sell”
“Don’t Believe the Lies I Sell” is a late-night confession at the edge of the afterlife, sung from the place between truth and the stories we tell to survive. It flips fairytales on their head—no happy beginnings, just loops of routine, debt, and expectations tightening like a noose. This is a stripped-back, alt-acoustic 90s-era unraveling: calling out the lie that happiness lives in “someday,” digging up the part of you that refuses to stay six feet deep. It’s not pity, it’s a warning and a dare—stop swallowing the script, step past yesterday, and choose your own ending.


Pre-Intro:
 Fairytales don't end with happy beginnings—
 Never endings whisper truths we're pretending—
 Threading loops that tighten our noose,
 Weaving fragile understanding.

Watching, waiting, debating—
 Is this my time, primed and contemplating?
 Why'd it derail? I'm sacked, it's wack—
 Just getting the knack, but that's the play, this is the track.
 Driving a train of pretended one-way mistakes,
 Waking before this shit breaks me—I'm the one on the take.

Intro:
 Fairy tales don’t start with never endings—
 Dreamers linger till spells catch 'em spinning—
 Loops a reminder draging 'em down to hell.

Bridge:
 We crave breaking from this endless parade—
 Reliving better days in the shade—
 If truth were fiction and facts never lied,
 I'd promise tonight: we just might survive.

Pre-Chorus:
 You live for yesterday—
 Saving for your tomorrows—
 Holding on to happiness—
 It's no mistake—
 Don't believe the lies I sell—
 It's six— it's six feet deep—

Chorus:
 Loops we follow— don't swallow
 Live past yesterday—
 Happiness follows
 Ohhh happiness— yeah it follows

Verse 1:
 You're told you're owed—
 It's another mistake sold—
 Expect what's lacking—
 Looking for a fight—
 Coming up wrong—
 But you still feel right—

Pre-Bridge:
 You play the rules— but the game's bent
 Sold a lie— and all this stupid shit—
 It's the daily grind— saving for a better life—
 Six feet under— pushing flowers—

Bridge:
 We all want to break away from this parade—
 Reliving those better days—
 But if truth was fiction— and facts never lied—
 I’d promise you tonight— how we just might survive

Bridge Refrain:
 “We all want to break away from this parade—”
 “Reliving those better days—”
 “But if truth was fiction— and facts never lied—”
 “I’d promise you tonight— how we just might survive”

Pre-Chorus:
 You live for yesterday—
 Saving for your tomorrows—
 Hold on to happiness—
 It's no mistake—
 Don't believe the lies I sell—
 It's six— it's six feet deep—

Pre-Chorus Refrain:
 “You live for yesterday—”
 “Saving your tomorrows—”
 “Hold on to happiness—”
 “It's no mistake—”
 “Don't believe the lies I sell—”
 “It's six— it's six feet deep—”

Chorus:
 Loops we follow— don't swallow
 Live past yesterday—
 Happiness follows
 Ohhh happiness— yeah it follows
Chorus Refrain:
 “Loops we follow— don't swallow”
 “Live past yesterday—”
 “Happiness follows”
 “Ohhh happiness— yeah it follows”

Outro:
 Save yourself the load—
 The lie in your eye—
 Break free— you will see—
 Nothing like you’d thought it be
 It's a shoot— the shit we follow— now swallow—
 Live past yesterday—
 Happiness follows
 Ohhh happiness— yeah it follows

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Don’t Believe the Lies I Sell

Ghosting won’t work. I haven’t the time to waste worrying.

Big Girl

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This song is born out of that familiar, gut-twisting feeling of absorbing too much bad news - when statistics lose their meaning, empathy gets overwhelmed, and the human cost becomes impossible to process. It wrestles openly with contradiction: compassion alongside cruelty, love for animals beside violence toward them, the desire to be good in a world that often rewards indifference. Angry, uneasy, and uncomfortably self-aware, this track doesn’t offer easy answers - it holds up a mirror and asks us to sit with what we see.

Lately,
.....hearing the news
..........makes me feel like
I'm chewing a wasp.
I try to calculate
.....the human cost,
..........how many lives have been lost.
But the non-stop numbers
go beyond all human understanding.
I find I'm landing on
.....impossible squares.
There seems to be nowhere
.....on this cruel planet
where there isn't a human gannet
being rude, stealing your food.
The wars of survival
.....are relentless.
And I'm trying to be good.
I'm trying to be a good person.
But it seems I make matters worse.
I get cursed when I protest
.....about the bad things we do.
Nobody wants to be reminded
.....how horribly unkind they are.

*

They love cats.
.....They love dogs.
..........They love eating cows,
love spit-roasting hogs.
The contradictions
.....make fictions of their loves.
.....Our horses
are seldom made main courses.
Most of us are hawks.
We could never ever be doves.
We cover things up.
We bury the inconvenient facts.

*

Lately,
.....hearing the news
..........makes me feel like
I'm chewing a wasp.
I try to calculate
.....the human cost,
..........how many lives have been lost.
But the non-stop numbers
go beyond all human understanding.
I find I'm landing on
.....impossible squares.
There seems to be nowhere
.....on this cruel planet
where there isn't a human gannet
being rude, stealing your food.
The wars of survival
.....are relentless.
And I'm trying to be good.
I'm trying to be a good person.
But it seems I make matters worse.
I get cursed when I protest
.....about the bad things we do.
Nobody wants to be reminded
.....how horribly unkind they are.

*

They love cats.
.....They love dogs.
..........They love eating cows,
love spit-roasting hogs.
The contradictions
.....make fictions of their loves.
.....Our horses
are seldom made main courses.
Most of us are hawks.
We could never ever be doves.
We cover things up.
We bury the inconvenient facts.

*

Most of us are hawks.
We could never ever be doves.
We cover things up.
We bury the inconvenient facts.

It's a fat fact.
.....It's a factual fact.
..........It's a fat factual fact.

Most of us are hawks.
We could never ever be doves.
We cover things up.
We bury the inconvenient facts.

Did You Get My Message?

Jason Mraz

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