Adele Sings Your Sad Tune Of Lies

Those harsh words you have spoken Cannot be taken back with regret later despite your regret, our relationship is broken I guess the best gotten from you was your anger You are the ones that involved the law With the outspoken lies you professed The things that you supposedly saw hoping that the innocent would have confessed "Baby, I have no story to be told" A favorite song of yours, Adele sings a song about the soul that you have sold in your effort to become kings But we are not rich my sisters Your mother has steered you wrong Led your feet down a path of blisters Ours is a true story, not Adele's song. Sought you once to find peace. Peace between everyone you care for But like the mythical golden fleece Peace is a fabled lore. You pretend to hold contempt and fear Be unforgiving for a sin never acted upon You are angry against a father you once held dear and liken you and yours to Adele's sorrowful song. You say she cried at every phrase The reminder of him did tear at her heart Yet now you have distorted our ways and torn this family apart. To place the blame would be too kind My rage at you does not even compare Looking at you, I don't know what I will find But I'm trying to see the real you as I sit and stare. What happened to the sister I knew? I feel lost, angry, and betrayed. Give me a sign! Give me a cue! Because I've given up on this storm I have braved. I have done enough and I am done with you I've called your bluff there isn't anything else I can do.