The Dark Side
Standing here, clothed in white
I'm innocent no reason to apologize
You sit there on your throne
Manipulating your servants of gold
Large ghostly eyes beneath a hood
Stand in the spot I once stood
Your hunters have their weapons raised
To shoot down the girl you now hate
A long time a go, we were allies
Now I'm the rebel and you're the king
I hope your happy and that you're satisfied
I'm the greatest regret you'll ever see
Your lord watched your every move
His force telling you what to do
The cackling of your followers chill me to the bone
Turning my heart and everyone I know to stone
I'll bide my time
One day you'll finally see
You might be able to fool everyone else
But your don fooling me
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