All your sweet words you would say to me. The promise of love that will never be. The sweets words turned sour as we say goodbye. Those sweets whisper I use to hear, now turned into lies and fear. I was a fool to believe in you and me. To think I would actually be happy but instead I watch you flee. You tempted me with sweet words, like moth to a flame. And so I came. I came and got burned. But now I know, I have learned.
