Look at me now
          All Beaten, battered, and weary
From him who claimed to love me.
          In question of my own existence
Trapped in a storm of empty promises
          To which he sold me.
The deceit Was beautiful, only he could deliver with such grace.
           I stood before his majesty in loves name.
           Bowing to his throne Where he Claims righteousness.
It is he who holds my heart prisoner, And it is he who's spell its under.
           Loves selfishness draws me into the depths of despair on my own willingness.
All I see is the image of a man I once knew...