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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] you to you

 I would say, what I have seen
 If I were bound to a train of lies
 I wish you'd [bad word] clean x2

 Oh yeah, this is my [bad word] you to you