(Verse 1) The air was thick with the scent of summer rain On the porch swing, she was laughing at something my mom had said I was just a kid then, chasing fireflies in the lane But I couldn’t help but notice the way she turned her head Ten years my senior, a friend to my mother, a constant in this house And I, a boy with a fire burning in his veins It started with a look, a shared secret in a quiet room A whisper on the phone when everyone else was gone (Chorus) And we danced in the dark, a clandestine waltz To the rhythm of our hearts beating out of time A fragile secret held between two souls, two broken halves A love story written in the margins of someone else’s life She was a wild rose tangled in a fence And I was a moth drawn to the flame We knew it couldn’t last, but we held on so tight Forgetting that a lie, no matter how beautiful, is still a lie (Verse 2) Seasons turned, and our love deepened, But doubt crept in, a shadow in the afternoon light I started to believe I was holding her back, That I was a mistake, a footnote in her life I convinced myself there was someone better, someone more deserving So I let her go, watched her pack her bags, her tears falling like rain She drove away, a ghost in the rearview mirror And the house felt empty, a symphony of silence (Chorus) And we danced in the dark, a clandestine waltz To the rhythm of our hearts beating out of time A fragile secret held between two souls, two broken halves A love story written in the margins of someone else’s life She was a wild rose tangled in a fence And I was a moth drawn to the flame We knew it couldn’t last, but we held on so tight Forgetting that a lie, no matter how beautiful, is still a lie (Bridge) The years that followed were a blur of empty bottles and broken promises A carousel of strangers trying to fill the void she left I fell apart, lost myself in the haze of regret And in my darkest hour, I saw her face in the bottom of a glass I called her number, a trembling hand and a desperate plea "I'm sorry," I whispered, "I've made a mess of everything." And her voice, so soft, so full of grace and pain, Said, "Come back to me, but only if you're ready to come home." (Outro) She gave me one condition, one last chance to make things right To trade the bottle for a second chance, to walk back into the light So I fought my demons, I wrestled with the ghosts And now, I'm finding my way back to the woman I love the most In her arms, I found my shelter, a place to heal and to mend Our love story, a broken ballad, finally finding its beautiful end.

A Lie Is Still A Lie