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What are these sorry letters

What are these bread crumbs

Expecting me to leap to the occasion

follow you to your castle 

Like all your past ladies

What are these tear drops?

And hands you offer to me 

In the form of too-late apologies

Well have my condolences

Cause you're dead to me.

I have burried you alive

Along with the promises I don't need

I have set your lies on fire

And set all your prisoners free.