Not all that glitters is gold, or so I've been told.
So crown me the fool because I thought you were more than golden.
I believed your love was sent straight from God,
I sipped sweet nothings like divine nectar, and lord did I drink.

Drunk on your love, addicted, diagnosed lovesickness.
I loved you more than all the gold in the world,
You were my God given Angel.
You were love, you were my light,
To me you were more than divine.

But not all that glitters is gold,
and overtime the illusion began to fade.
Our love was nothing but a tragic story,
a cautionary tale, I might be Juliet but you weren't Romeo.

Your nectar was just arsenic dressed with lace,
Lies disguised as sweet nothings,
Daily delivery straight to my face.
Call me lovesick, call me crazy.
I never noticed your indiscretions,
guess my vision was too hazy.

The truth lies somewhere within the lies,
and the truth is,
you were never just mine.