And just like that my world was dismantled by your arrival
But you rebuilt it with all your promises
"I'll love you forever."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Trust me, I would never hurt you."
And then there's my favourite:
"I want you and only you."

Such pretty promises.
You rebuilt me with your promises, and I'm grateful
But you rebuilt me in your image
Molded me into something I was not
Such pretty promises.

Such pretty lies.
Why lies you ask?
Well, a lie is basically a statement that deviates from the truth

Those pretty promises that you made to me, did you keep them?
No. You did not.
So they've become pretty little lies

Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for all your help
If it wasn't for you then I'd be like a desolate city in total ruin

So, those pretty little lies helped me.

But whose fault was it?
Who made me a desolate ruin in the first place?
You did.
You tore me down and ripped me apart just to build me back up again.

What was I to you?
Some DIY project to cure your boredom?

And it's all because of those pretty promises
Those tragically beautiful lies

Did you know?
Promises are made to be broken and that's exactly what you did
And after you broke the promises , you broke me

And I again became a desolate city in ruin.