Don't mind the lyrics

She wears yellow, like sugar-coated lies,

A whisper of sleep in drowsy disguise.

He memorizes her name, page by page—

A lover, a drug, a muse in a cage.

Night after night, she plays her game,

He responds kindly, burning his flame.

She flaunts her beauty, a toxic perfume;

He kisses her lips, embracing his doom.

She breathes a sigh, she dulls his pain,

But steals his life again and again.

She ignites his soul, she gives him peace—

A wicked charm, a grave disease.

She shows the verse; he sets them free,

His heart in a locker—she holds the key.

Each line he writes is a silent plea,

To love the drug that's killing me.