You don't know me The places I wanna see The things I want to know What I want to be told No, you don't know me
You can't hold me Or tell me everything's alright When I know you hold her Like you used to hold me
You tell her she's made of gold You know her favorite food, her favorite dress And all the other things That you don't know about me
I know you've memorized Her face, Her voice Yet when you turn around Can you even remember my name?
I guess it's too much to ask For redamancy these days As loyalty has gone out the window A word of the past
But you used to tell me That I was made of gold And that in your arms I was only yours to hold But your hands have roamed So far away from me
And it's not fair To make me watch As you do with her All you did with me
We used to talk about the future But in a single heartbeat You have changed our destiny
All those words of yours Come back and haunt me Everytime you called me beautiful, Was it just practice for telling her?
Well you were right about one thing I am made of gold And that girl of yours No matter how much you try To mold her into me She will only ever be pyrite Just a cheap imitation Of the treasure you will never hold
Pyrite is a very common mineral that is called fool's gold as many mistake it for gold.