i swore i'll never get back,
that the third time's the final bet
im dunked into the worst kind of net
one that is forbidden and bad
it will really be the last,
or at least that's what i convince myself
i said that as i hide behind this mask
why do i never get what i want,
all my yearns that i hunt
flashes across me and only haunts
yet all that i despise
like condiments they arise
exhausted i am to comply
my dear prince charming
oh the power you are wielding
only you can make me
shield your darkened land in the waiting
yet strings entangle you
just like the wind blew
i met you with your own troop,
one i selfishly hope will lose
dear god, put a stop to these
give me the strength to halt it
why would i put myself in agony,
one that is a real tragedy?
well, but we all know the final scene
i'll soon convince myself
that an attempt will still be worth it
