I'll sing of all the ways I miss you
and how this sorrow came to be
the verses, lies I should have whispered
the chorus, truths in harmony.

The melody will break the silence
and call your broken heart to me
to be repaired by love unyielding
to broken hymns in minor key.

Let me be your weakness
Let me be your biggest mistake
Let me be your sensitive nerve
Let me be your weakest bone
Let me be the one who hits you against the floor
Let me be the only one who wants you to die
Let me destroy you
Let me love you
But you just have to accept
That you're me

like Syd and Nancy
like Paul and Linda
like Kurt and Courtney
like John and Yoko
like Elvis and Priscilla
I want us to be reckless
I want us to be free
I want us to not to be afraid of what's coming
I want us to be just us
but I know it's not going to happen

Why should they care?
why should they say?
denial
go on
I know what you're thinking
and it's okay
irrational
nonsense
everything
you're just being **bent

So he went and went, the mid time king
With his face on the road and his mind on the wind
When the crows started to sing
He declined the wisdom of his mind.

His long path way out of being completed
With his eyes and mind closed
The crows undefeated
Started to poison his mind from time to time
So then he shall be remembered
As the king of crimes.

And there it goes, the mid time king in his endless pride
Remembered by his devotion of the day but his slothful soul at night
Puppet of the ravens and his own mind
So then the time came when he have to fight to death with his own envy
He fought day and night
Himself and his envy on a dance of swords
He, weaker than his envy, lost the grip of the fight, drowned by his pride.
So then the proud king killed himself. Ending the fight of his mind
And ending the story of the unkind.