You my friend decided to harmonize with the devil,
Instead of sing with the king.
And that’s why your life is hell.

My love was simple and pure,
we mixed well like tea and honey.
Finding him was an accident,
but loving him was not,
and there is not a missing moment to pass
that I don't remember him.
He rose to the top
and died falling.
And that is the end of our story.

What ever smile I put on
You’ll believe it none the less.

I turned off the lights and walked away
From everything that we could’ve been
And everything we could never be.

Even when I hide from you in the daytime,
You sneak your way into my dreams,
Creating a nightmare.

I looked death in the eyes and
he laughed in my face,
“you’re early” he whispers.
He assumed when he sees me
that he has me captive
and is preparing to hold me forever.
This is not my end.
My end does not consist of gravestones
and mourning who I once was.
My end does not consist of tears and
noses that wont stop sniffling.
My end is much better,
for it isn’t an end at all.
My end is only the start of the beginning

All of the men in her life
have ripped her to pieces
and taken her innocence away
smashing it into shreds in front of her.
These things will never mean anything
to her anymore,
because now she has a king
that has given her a kingdom
and that is all that matters.