if you're gonna rip my heart out could you use a knife that's dull and rust in color 
(once i die) there will be no way for you to cover that scar 
it's hard 
i know 
and if i get a little blodd on you 
finally the world will know you're guilty... 
(know you're wrong) of taking everything you've gotten from me 
no heart 
it's hard 
i know 

mighty king of avondale i just can't let this go 
real life an't no fairy tale i just thought you should know 

and when you're finished with the surgery 
i really hope that you will turn to me and 
tell me all about the fun you had when you were cuttin' up... 
you were cuttin' up 

it all went to his head this royalty 
i stuck a knife into his back... 
inventiveness is what i lack 
he's always hanging up on loyalty