Maybe I fell for you
And maybe you fell to your knees
But your sugarcoat's too bitter
I can't swallow it anymore
Your faded make up shows
A mask worn too long
And your beauty stains the bottle
Laying empty on the floor
So stand up, back off
I done with the charade
Pack up, Go home
3am ends our masquerade
Your hips, my lips
The pants around my feet
The ropeburns on my wrists
The stains on your dress
The hotel rooms we left in a mess
The empty wrappers in the trash
The empty hearts in our chests
The satisaction's all we're left with
So stand up, back off
I done with the charade
Pack up, Go home
3am ends our masquerade






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