Two players in a game called love
It was a match made in hell
You do the lies
I do the manipulations
We both pretend
That this was a loving connection
Romantically mesmerizing
In the eyes of many
When it was all part of deception
Our relationship's poison
We play the fool
And play the lover
In this sickening game
Who will be the winner?
If two players joined
In this curse of fate
What might turn
In the eclipse of two predators
(both a bait :> )
We play like Bonnie and Clyde
On our midnight's car ride
Crashing what comes our way
We are an unstoppable tale
Maybe
We are meant for each other
A lesson
Or an obsession of who plays who
As I feel the fear
And the false butterflies
As I fool myself thinking
I'm also fooling you
When I thought it was a new game
When we crossed paths
As I set myself in the trap
Sitting on Satan's lap
In being bad
You were pretty good
It was the first time
I adored being fooled
With those old tricks
That I made you believe
Is the same old fate
Decided unto me
To each we are a lesson and a curse
A spell, a tragedy, a heavenly poison
We danced in the fires of Eden
As the glorious match made in hell
Writer's Note:
I mean....who could tell?
