I sit here trying to write
but all I seem to do is cry
I want to tell you what it is I feel
But I dont think that would do any good
You used to be my knight
and now I see the tarnish that was made by a lie
I have done nothing but be real
But what good that did
I loved you with every ounce of me
I stood by you through fire and ice
Yet you were never there for me when I needed you most
You said you loved me for what I am
But that came with a fee
Being with you came with a heavy price
And I dont think I can pay that cost
And for me I now condemn