He's the king of the castle. And im just a dirty rascal.

These are vague attempts at happiness
Of which at the end the joy is less.

With every turn i shorten life
For every turn stabs like a knife.

I cannot breath, my lungs grow tight
The gun is cold against my life.

I will not kill, nor be killed by me
I will be missed and i'll miss thee.

But a secret that my scars pocess
Has turned sweet life to a bitter mess.

Please untie my rope bound hands
And help my heart restore amends.

Read me that story about wonderland
I love when she falls down the hole like i did.

But i didn't end up in a city of dreams
when i fell that deep all that i did was scream.

And scream at the boy who for me, didn't fight.
And was glad i moved on though he told me one night,

He told me he loved me and without me, he'd die
but just like the rest, that boy, he did lie.

So now he's the king and im just a fool.
His jester, his play toy, a meaningless tool.

To sleep in the shadow of my city so fair
and cry that i held onto what kept him there.

To stare in the mirror and tear myself down
to say "your so ugly, when you cry and you frown"

I wish he could see me, just to see what he did.
Just to see how he hurt me and the the way that i hid.

Behind drinks, behind tears
behind all the of things that i pretend aren't my fears.

I claw at the sunsets and i scratch at the moon
and i pray and i lie and i tell who is who.

Im a lost cause, a villan, a rascal in disguise.
I remember, he told me, "god."

"i love your eyes."




Fin.