i tore out my spine
so you could sit on someone less boney
i stopped walking on people
so you'd be the only one holding me
i opened the gates
so you could drop in your grenades
now the castle has fallen
and no one can save
the kings in the crown
shoot him down
shoot him down
and the queen lives on
she stabbed him in the back
he was lost in a world
that makes absolutely no sense
|
Email this Poetry
|
Add to reading list





