Testo

You walked into my home like a five-star hotel,

Smoke on your lips, cold heart, not even a Chanel ad could tell.

You whispered "I love you" with a voice so dim,

But your cell phone was always partying, on a crazy whim.

Fueled by coffee, Red Bull, and Monster,

You dreamt of my mom—no, it's not a dishonor.

Anonymous calls, stalker's game,

You told me it was "art," but you were just a poser, all the same.

You talk about borderline like you're Sigmund Freud,

But you're just confused, with a thousand paranoid voids.

And your Angel Dust? Just comics and glitter,

He's got a heart, you're just the bitter filter.

Queen of smoke, queen of bluff,

Between fake dramas and a swig of stuff.

You cried "trauma," then laughed all alone,

While emptying the vodka and the last Coca-Cola from my home.

I wanted you, you wanted a witness,

Now I get it: you were a virus in my emotional fitness.

Goodbye liar, fan of hell,

Angel Dust would disown you at the first eternal farewell.

You switch up your stories like Spotify tracks,

But when the truth comes knocking, your friends turn their backs.

Lost friendships, hearts worn thin,

Like empty cans amidst your sin.

You said: "my ex was toxic and cruel,"

But maybe you poured the poison in the honey, acting like a fool.

Always the victim, never the cause,

But masks will fall like scars, defying all your applause.

You fake empathy, just an emotional brand,

A lie with an active filter, held in a trembling hand.

Tattooed with dramas, queen of tears,

More than love, it was a blackmail, fueling all my fears.

And who are you now, when the theater's bare?

Just an echo that lies, even in thin air.

You're not some sexy demon aflame—

You're just an actress—no audience, no friends to blame.

Queen of smoke, queen of bluff,

Between fake dramas and a swig of stuff.

You cried "trauma," then laughed all alone,

While emptying the vodka and the last Coca-Cola from my home.

I wanted you, you wanted a witness,

Now I get it: you were a virus in my emotional fitness.

Goodbye liar, fan of hell,

Angel Dust would disown you at the first eternal farewell.

And like Angel Dust, I too have arms,

And like Angel Dust, I have more resilience against all harms.

I have strong lungs to be able to scream,

And I too have legs, to be able to flee... from you, my living bad dream.