I thought you kept me in a safe-hold,
And we lived happily in a palace,
But now you've crushed my only soul,
And my heart's become a broken callus.

This cruel affair had been foretold,
But like a fool, I never listened.
You promised me streets of silver and gold,
And precious gems that glisten.

Now your tales are getting tall;
I'm growing tired of the lies.
I've come to realize that all along
You've been wearing an ugly disguise.

By now I'm so tired of being brave
For the boy who only pretends.
You've got me digging my own grave,
And is how it ends.