Fifteen years, fifteen million tears Begging 'til my knees bleed I gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all Then wondered why I left Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones Praying to his greed He's got my past frozen behind glass But I've got me.
When the dinner gets cold and the chatter gets old You ask for the tab Or that moment again he's insisting that friends Look at each other like that When the words of a sister come back in whispers That prove she was not In fact that she seemed, not a twin from your dreams She's a crook who was caugh.
