[Verse 1]
You trace your name on a fogged-up glass,
Like something real, but it won’t last.
Every word feels paper-thin,
Yet I keep falling back again.
[Chorus]
It’s not love, just a pretty lie,
Dressed up in colors that blur my mind.
Your touch is cold, but I stand too close,
Hoping for something that’s never whole.
[Verse 2]
You laugh like nothing’s out of place,
While I watch the cracks you won’t erase.
Every promise, sugar-spun,
Melts too fast beneath the sun.