The Rook and the Twisted Hand

While it's true that I hate you a little less each day
My gut instinct was to tear your limbs away
And so, I guess, we're not calling each other friends

The first words you said were like a smack in the jaw
So self important you thought I'd be back for more
And so, I guess, you were disappointed

You my love, you my love, you my love
You are the warden of my keep

A vascular incision couldn't cut out the pain
Don't know what you're moaning for we all felt the same
But you, couldn't just stop at words

They traced the stains, found your twisted tool
Sing a song of sorrow, play at the fool
You're lying to me, you're lying to everyone
You're lying to me, you're lying to everyone

You my love, you my love, you my love
You are the warden of my keep

You my love, you my love, you my love
You are the warden of my keep



Credits
Writer(s): Robert James Taylor
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