P.S.

You're a weapon of devotion.Keep the faithful entertained
You're a lover of attention.Found a way to pawn the soul
Disposition may be fetching. But the world moves on and leaves you far behind. I hear you, whispering such gorgeous stories. I see you, trying to break free
You liar,you can't live the dreams you're spinning.
You liar, love to be deceived.

You're falling, falling from your god-like distance.
You're fashion, just fashion, fashion doesn't keep.
You're sour, so sour, all this hope and trust is misplaced.
You're sour, now you are alone.
Walking on fire, found a place away from humans
Walking on fire, hate to deceive.

In Love, In Fear, In Hate, In Tears

Is funny how falling feels like flying for a little while. Somehow this don't feel like home anymore. None of it.
Motives are rarely unselfish. That's why I'm leaving