"Your serenade turns to filth when I leave, so please, cut the love song..."

I’m so sick of people saying they love me when they don’t even know me. At the same time, it fills me with happiness. It’s a momentary high that I’m addicted to.
But I know it’s a lie, because how can anyone love a failure?

Wait, what?!

“Your serenade turns to filth when I leave, so please, cut the love song…”