You played me like a violin

with sweetest words and promises of sin.

And all I did was sing along, dance

in the gentle prison of your arms.



I gave in to your deceiving tunes,

to the symphony of lies and ruin.

Our song didn’t even last that long—

you left me in the rain all alone.



Doing everything to please you, I

lost the melody that was uniquely mine.

As the raindrops wash me of your touch,

I regret having met you so much.