All you knew were fairy tales,

you were no stranger to luxury.

You grew up in a good neighbourhood,

came from a respectable family.

Here I was, this broken doll,

from the wrong side of the tracks.

Spent my childhood in bars,

drinking cheap whiskey and Jack.

It was clear as day for all to see,

that we were not equally yoked.

Despite our many differences,

we still laughed at the same jokes.

You took a chance on me,

and ventured outside of your comfort zone.

I came from rags, you made me feel rich.

Our love was my million dollar home.

Eventually, we ran out of time,

just like they said we would.

All things come to an end,

especially when they are good.

I wiped a single tear away,

snuffed out our candle's flame.

Now, it's been several years,

but somehow my lips still taste your name.