What did I expect?
Fireworks or doves?
I know that all I wanted
Was your undivided love.

Roses are black,
Violets are black,
Because love is blind
And I want you back.

You killed the commoner who didn’t do a thing
You let the ******* win and let the devils sing.
You killed the commoner and buried her beneath
Your screams, your lies, her filthy cries and the smell of defeat.
You killed the commoner and laughed as she died
Blamed it on the ******* who thought you were on their side.
You killed the commoner all you wanted was to win.
You blamed it on the ******* who supported all your sin.
You killed the commoner, and escaped from your cell.
You killed the commoner and you’re going to hell.

There’s a dead end at the end of the road
Where I go on my own to silently implode.
Where I lay on my back in the shade of a tree
Where I set my mind on fire and I set myself free.
Lightning strikes and thunder booms,
I lay in the rain, at my *dead end of doom.

At the dock, come one come all
There were ships, some big some small.
Some with stripes and some with flowers
Her ship, his ship, their ship, ours.
Our ship is tiny, not built to last,
Stocked with dreams and memories past.
At one point I believed our ship was a yacht
But soon I learned that you aren’t what I thought.
So now this ship isn’t big enough for two.
This ship has sailed, without you.

Is it my fault I’m jealous
Is it my fault I cried?
Is it my fault I go to bed teary eyed?
Is it my fault that you’re better?
That they all prefer you?
Is it my fault that I cannot handle what’s true?
Is it my fault you hurt me?
That I want your approval?
Am I the one causing our friendship’s removal?
Is it my fault they blame me?
Are we friends or are we not?
Is it my fault or is that just what I thought?

When what you thought you knew goes totally wrong
When you’ve been kicked out of where you think you belong
When you’re hurting inside and tearing apart...
You turn to your heart.
But when you look inside and find it’s not here,
You look for the one, not knowing he’s not near.
When you turn out dumb when you thought you were smart...
You look for a heart.
But when that heart beats black,
there’s no turning back
Maybe I’m state of the art
But I haven’t a heart.