Velvet Betrayal

[ Lyrics ]

Soft hands, cold heart — soft hands, cold heart.

You touched like a lullaby, slow and in tune,
wrapped me in velvet, hid the knife in the room.
Said every promise was written in gold —
but the ink was all poison before I let go.
I trusted the quiet, the way you’d undress my fear,
never saw the shadow lurking behind your veneer.
You called me your angel, your only, your muse,
while feeding me silence in delicate shoes.

I used to melt when you whispered my name,
now it echoes like thunder I know just the same.
No tears in my eyes, just a chill down my spine —
you were artful, precise, and completely unkind.

Soft hands, cold heart — that’s how you played your part.
Smiled through the sever, broke me with grace.
Soft hands, cold heart — I felt the spark, then the dark.
You wore devotion like lace — what a waste.

I found it in traces — the texts left on read,
the way you’d flinch when I kissed you in bed.
Not rage, not passion — just careful retreat,
like loving me wasn’t a choice, just a feat.
You held me so gently, but never too near,
like I was a secret you carried in fear.
And when I confronted with proof in my palm,
you looked through me, calm — like I wasn’t the harm.

No scream, no fight, just a clinical release,
like I was a chapter you edited with ease.
You kissed my forehead like I’d never been real —
reduced me to fiction with a wound I still feel.

You didn’t rage — you refined.
You didn’t leave — you aligned.
Every sweet word was a bind,
every caress, rearranged.

Soft hands, cold heart — still tearing us apart.
Taught me that kindness can cut just the same.
Soft hands, cold heart — you played the perfect romance…
then vanished, unscarred, in your velvet frame.
Cold heart — cold heart — 

Soft hands… cold heart…