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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