if you're gonna rip my heart out
could you use a knife that's dull and rust in color
(once i die) there will be no way that you can cover
that scar
it's hard
i know
and if i get a little blood on you
finally the world will know you're guilty
(know you're wrong) of taking everything you've gotten from me
no heart
it's hard
i know
mighty king of avondale
i just can't let this go
real life ain't no fairy tale
i just thought you should know
when you're finished with the surgery
i really hope that you will turn to me and
tell me all about the fun you had
when you were cuttin' up...
you were cuttin' up
living like a fairy tale
the mighty king of avondale
it all went to his head this royalty
i stuck a knife into his back
inventiveness is what i lack
he's always hanging up on loyalty
(you're wrong)
(you're wrong) |