In this game of life, we play our part,

We paint a pretty picture, a work of art.

You're the storm, and I’m the sea,

You’re the hurricane inside of me.

With every tender word, you light a spark,

But in your silence, I'm left in the dark.

A flickering candle in a cavern vast,

Hoping to see beyond your mask.

You're the siren's call, I'm the sailor lost,

Drawn to the rocks, no matter the cost.

A dance on the edge of a razor's blade,

In the cradle of chaos, our bed is made.

We're a beautiful song, with a broken chord,

A harmony that can't be restored.

i’m the moth, and you’re the flame,

You draw me in, I must love the pain.

For here I stand, in the faded light,

Holding on with all my might.

In this twisted, sweet charade,

Where memories of love are forever replayed.

I suppose it never hurts to dream,

As crazy, to some, as it may seem.

At least for now, I know I’ll survive

For love is the lie that keeps us alive.