This time last year we were inseparable But now I see I was disposable You only as sick, sick as the secrets you keep I know the monsters lying under your bed when you're trying to sleep
I know something you can't see Can't see the forest from the trees
The king is dead, long live the fucking king The peasants pay when you live beyond your means
I know something you can't see Can't see the forest from the trees
Oh yeah, This is my fuck you to you
I would say, what I have seen If I were bound to a train of lies I wish you'd just come clean x2