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I've Had Enough


I was the queen of this equivocal land that we lived in

and you weren't fit to be king.

Soon, all the knights took a notice and suspicion set in.

In they charged, and you were overthrown.

But they left me alone.

 

Now you're hiding away, planning your revenge

Now you're paving the way to the throne

to make your comeback

but you're a cheat.

 

That song was in my lungs, and you took it from my air

and you sang the hell out of it

but I don't care.

This song is in my heart, and I'm singing it now,

and I don't care because I've had enough

 

I was the beat to whatever the hell you were singing,

but you weren't fit to play the melody

Soon, all of the orchestra took a notice,

and all of the truth started to bleed.

But they let me be.

 

That song was in my lungs, and you took it from my air

and you sang the hell out of it

but I don't care.

This song is in my heart, and I'm singing it now,

and I don't care because I've had enough

 
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