You said you'd always stay, But the stars don't burn for long… Just like your love, Fleeting… Gone… Your cigarette ashes on my silk sheets, A trail of poison where your touch meets. The way you smiled, it felt like home, Until I learned it wasn’t my own. I played the muse; I played the fool. You plucked my strings, made your own rules. But hearts of gold don’t bend for fire, And sweet nothings… they always expired. Perfume fades, tears get dry, Your name's nothing but a lullaby. You got your high, now I see... There’s nothing left of you in me. So take your sweet lies, and take your time, With every word you crossed the line. I hope you choke on what you drank, For turning my love into your blank. And in the end, I’ll pull away, You’re just a ghost that couldn’t stay. Goodbye my dear, you’re out of line, Your love was poison wrapped in wine. I held your hands when the world fell through, Yet your grip fed thorns that cut me too. You kissed my scars but drew new pain, Your shadows grew in every rain. You’d play Sinatra, say just one more, While loving me hurt you even more. Your crown was thorns, your throne was glass, And I stayed blind to your wicked past. So take your sweet lies, and take your time, With every word you crossed the line. I hope you choke on what you drank, Your love is sinking where I sank. And in the end, I’ll pull away, You’re just a ghost that couldn’t stay. Goodbye my dear, you’re out of line, Your love was poison wrapped in wine. Was it worth it, darling? Did you feel divine, Ripping through a love… like mine? But when you’re alone, and the lights are dim, The shadows will haunt you for the love I gave to him. You became what you feared, A girl undone by her own tears. Watch the moon set, watch it fade, This love of ours was just a charade. So take your sweet lies, and take your time, With every word you crossed the line. I hope you drown in what you crave, For love’s no place for the weak and depraved. And in the end, I’ll still be free, You’re just a ghost haunting me. Goodbye, my dear, you’re out of time, My love’s no poison—it’s divine. Goodbye. My sweetest mistake...