From all the men you were the worst
You don't know half you wish you could reverse
Sometimes you realize, you think you care
But you don't care enough to change a hair
Would you change if you knew the truth?
But whatever I say, it never rings through
You sleep tight in your nice home
The sunshine in your backyard doesn't know
I was locked in your bed all alone
I was a prisoner of words you owned
You call love a thing for fairy tales
You don't see, you built your own jail
And I will know great love someday
And then your heart still remains astray
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