We build our castles with planks of secrets,
boards of lies.
Our safety net constructed of rubber bands that have been
snapped a million times.
I am to blame for expelling her from your mind.

Is she still there darling?
Possibly behind our affair? (somewhere?)

I hope when you reminisce our time spent together, you see it so vividly that she can almost taste the dishonesty on your breath.

There should be no room for me, so I've nothing to do but leave.