You left without warning
Carrying away the best of me
Though I took
The best of us
Weighed down with materialistic gain
This will not last
I know you will someday wish
You had never left me

Your Anne Boelyn
Growns the bastard seed
First in your mind
As she solidifies her claim

You will pay for this
You forgot
That you are not

I cover the scars of our love
They will always be there
We had it all
Us against the world, babe

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