No, I don’t expect
You to forgive me this
Siding the soldiers who say
We cannot win the day
A theatre of war the frame
Inner conflicts now reign
Their intent: division till
There is no side to take
You feel betrayed
I feel played
By our so-called friends
Not the friends we should have made
So when the story ends
And the stage goes dark
Only we both can hear
The writing on the wall
Then I beg the bard
To write another scene
Because you’re the one
Who taught me to believe
There is something more
That I need to say
I should’ve said it though
I should’ve said it though
Before yesterday
Before your breakaway
This jungle is dark
But full of diamonds
That can cut and exploit
With just a whiff of blood
'Faith in spades' in us
So what were the odds?
Our hand of hearts would have to fold
To their flush of clubs
You’ve been betrayed
I’ve been played
At least they made me exit
Through their chopper on the stage
So, when the story ends
And the stage to goes dark
And we all can hear
The writing on the wall
Then I beg the bard
To write another scene
Because he’s the one
Who taught me to believe
There is nothing more
That I need to say
I should’ve said it though
I should’ve said it though
Before yesterday
Before your breakaway