Stolen
Stolen
Slit my wrist and close my eyes
The hate that you felt turned to despise
You drew thine sword and tore my lies
Undoing all the woven ties
I tried to hide and turn my back
But my intentions were clear
I sought to find your middle name
To find the spell and reverse the pain
You slit my wrist and stole my fame
What a dear old treacherous mistake
I found revenge and took the bait,
You were far too late
The time you took to write my book
Full of fear-fuelled lies that you mistook
All I know is blood runs cold
And derived from tales so long and old
The fury came right down the line
It unfurled in you.
Slit my wrist and close my eyes
The hate that you felt turned to despise
You drew thine sword and tore my lies
Undoing all the woven ties
I tried to hide and turn my back
But my intentions were clear
I sought to find your middle name
To find the spell and reverse the pain
You slit my wrist and stole my fame
What a dear old treacherous mistake
I found revenge and took the bait,
You were far too late
The time you took to write my book
Full of fear-fuelled lies that you mistook
All I know is blood runs cold
And derived from tales so long and old
The fury came right down the line
It unfurled in you.