I always told you that you deserved better,
when it was me that have to find another,
someone new for me in the future,
because you showed me that there was no truth underneath your lies.

We shared a knowing glance all this while,
but I pretended it was lust,came to stop by,
and as I whispered "this is not goodbye"
there goes,another lie.

Unlike those strange fairytales,
we have our own written endings,
no sugar spices, no cotton candies,
only thunder storms on the balcony.

Like a never ending tape,
repeated again and again,
I beg you to stay,
as we pretended again.