There's Still A Question Of Why I Lied

I'm an awful daughter,
because I lied.

Now I do nothing but cry,
because I lied,

And I don't know why.

I would like to understand why I lie sometimes,
but lies are something awful,
and I just want to crawl under a rock and die.

But there's still a question of why I lied,
and I still don't know why.

But there is still a question of why I lied.