Champagne stains on the silk duvet,
We don’t talk, we just drift away.
Your shadow dances on the mirrored wall,
A love too rich, too fake to fall.
You dress like heaven,
But your kiss got debt.
Smile like an angel,
But you place your bets.
I checked into your glass hotel,
No exit sign, just stories to sell.
You said forever in your spell,
But your heart’s a lobby — cold as hell.
You left your heels by the grand piano,
Took my soul like a late-night show.
Now I’m sipping guilt in a leather chair,
Surrounded by gold, but you’re not there.
You lied in rhythm,
Like a chart-topped track.
I played your verses,
But you won’t play back.
I checked into your glass hotel,
No exit sign, just stories to sell.
You said forever in your spell,
But your heart’s a lobby — cold as hell.
Room service silence,
Credit card tears,
Love in designer,
But built from fears.
You whispered dreams in a five-star bed,
Now I replay the things we never said.
Now I roam halls where echoes dwell,
Trapped in you — my glass hotel.
