You wonder why I let love end
you've got no company but the moon
Ain't history a loyal friend
to repeat itself for you
To bad the past is all you have
my memories aren't too fun
It'll get boring all alone at night
with your number down to one
You must get tired of the same old blues
a record with a broken tune.
You treated me like a pawn to play-
your ego big enough for two
No use in feeling bad for me
it's a waste of time for you
So I'm putting on my armor now
and preparing for a fight
I'm knocking down your castle walls
no use in being polite...
What could I do, what could I do
but curtsey, grovel and bow down to you
A King at his throne a puppet to own
always waiting to cut these strings
Maybe one day your pity won't look as pretty
as the lies you spun to me.
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