He was my token to hell where he lit the fire
I was outspoken, felt swell, fueled with love, lust and desire
He never mentioned how he'd leave me the next morning, cold and alone
In his eyes I found warmth, in his arms I found home
We were an item, a thing, whatever you'd like to call it
My eyes were dull til he'd light them, he was my shooting star and
I guess he was just a visitor, a guest stopping by
I am now an abandoned home, on the walls framed all his lies
