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So.
You're
Grinning like an idiot and telling me how
I'm gonna live my life just reminiscing about
What it is we used to have when you were my queen,
And the tricks that you could play just to make me feel.

But I'm done with that now, you're just a face in the crowd,
And for all your pretty words you're fucking dead to me now.
I wonder if you had a grain of common sense in your head,
You'd have given it some thought before you let him in our bed,
Well.

I guess it's my fault.

That you can't keep it together.

It isn't your fault.

You're too special for it
Broken little snowflake, poor little you,
Because I think I made you cry by telling you true,
That giving me your lies and saying I'm the one made me mad,
And if that makes me the villain then just colour me bad,
Well.

It's always my fault.

I never treated you well.

It's never your fault

And he believes it more than me!

Sick of your limid smile...
You pretty little liar...
I didn't fall from grace,
I jumped to feel the air
Rush past my face.

Sick of your declamations,
Your never-pure intentions,
You run off with your man
I'm off to Pilgrim City
'Cause I can.

Because I can.

And you don't want me to.

Description
So.
You're
Grinning like an idiot and telling me how
I'm gonna live my life just reminiscing about
What it is we used to have when you were my queen,
And the tricks that you could play just to make me feel.

But I'm done with that now, you're just a face in the crowd,
And for all your pretty words you're fucking dead to me now.
I wonder if you had a grain of common sense in your head,
You'd have given it some thought before you let him in our bed,
Well.

I guess it's my fault.

That you can't keep it together.

It isn't your fault.

You're too special for it
Broken little snowflake, poor little you,
Because I think I made you cry by telling you true,
That giving me your lies and saying I'm the one made me mad,
And if that makes me the villain then just colour me bad,
Well.

It's always my fault.

I never treated you well.

It's never your fault

And he believes it more than me!

Sick of your limid smile...
You pretty little liar...
I didn't fall from grace,
I jumped to feel the air
Rush past my face.

Sick of your declamations,
Your never-pure intentions,
You run off with your man
I'm off to Pilgrim City
'Cause I can.

Because I can.

And you don't want me to.