Pretending to be love songs.

They were both sitting in her bed one night. She decided he deserved to read some random texts... maybe letters. Maybe show him a little bit of a certain something he wasn't ever able to feel.

He discovered something he didn't even imagine about her. She was a hopeless romantic. She and her love letters naked in front of him. That's what made him fall for her.

She wonders far too many days afterwards, where did all those lyrics come from? He didn't feel it? Did he lie about it? Any way, it's a big fraud.

What a way to confirm a hypothesis: you just can't trust musicians. Not from a lover's position.