Beneath the lights, a thousand cheer,
Two strangers lost in staged romance.
But what they hide becomes too clear,
A secret kiss, a risky dance.
She hides her face, he ducks away,
The screen still burns with what they’ve done.
It’s not just love that’s gone astray,
It’s trust eclipsed beneath the sun.
Back home, a wife with dinner set,
Still texts him, “Drive safe, love you too.”
The kids are bathed, their hair still wet,
They wait for someone never true.
A husband folds her coat with care,
Still proud to love, still proud to stay.
He doesn’t know that somewhere there,
She’s giving all his love away.
A loyal boyfriend lights her phone,
Still saving up to buy a ring.
He doesn’t know she’s not alone,
He’s just a backup to a fling.
“Tell me you love me,” Coldplay sings,
But lies don’t echo through the pain.
Deceit may fly on hidden wings,
But always crashes in the rain.
A warning sign, she passed it fast—
That look, that laugh, the way he lied.
She thought their love was built to last,
Not break apart the day he tried.
You ducked beneath the jumbotron,
But truth stood tall before the crowd.
You didn’t cheat just once, then gone,
You tore down hearts and wore it proud.
True love is not a midnight thrill,
Not secret hands beneath the light.
It’s staying when the world stands still,
It’s holding on and choosing right.
So sing your songs of stars above,
But know you set a fire below.
For every lie you called “just love,”
There’s someone left who’ll never know.
