After This
Isn't getting over you three times enough?
I'm buried under the rubble that was once my kingdom
Even if I put three and three together
It's the last quarter that ruins it all
Kept my golden keys in the drawer
And let you lock yourself out
You were never one to play
Until you invented this malicious game
Why does it always come to me being
The sore loser when I never win
But I don't know what I would do if I did
That's a thought to think after this
I have all our fights stained in my mind now
We never go beyond you calling me a necromancer
Even if it takes two to tango
It takes only one to miss a step
Kept my crown locked in the tower
So it isn't an "accidental" weight on your head
You were never one to play
Until you invented this malicious game
Why does it always come to me being
The sore loser when I never win
But I don't know what I would do if I did
That's a thought to think after this
Purple daffodils, I'm so delusional
Silver daisies, you're not worth losing sleep
Roman eclipses, I think I'm losing grip
I have bad dreams, where I think you're too good for me
Now how could that be?
I'm not flawless, the both of us don't know that
My big mistake, is believing you when you said
That third times a charm
Who could've known it would do us so much harm
You were never one to play
Until you invented this malicious game
Why does it always come to me being
The sore loser when I never win
But I don't know what I would do if I did
That's a thought to think after this.
-auctor

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