My second life

In my mind your mind promised That you'd love me in ruins Then take my heart and bruise it Leave me bleeding on my coldest Tuesdays Build a golden fortress in the middle of nowhere, indented with my name in your city of loss and despair Then carry it to the middle of the sea Then watch it drown endlessly That's how your love felt to me At the end of your treason will my loyalty be justified Or will you go back home and whisper, "Maybe he wasn't my type" But you had become my creed, my worship, my second life My turns out, in your fatal palms, my postmortem resided, within your house of remorse Away from honestly, now you're living in a world of the loss of the one real thing that you had ever really known