medieval

they're calling it a crime

you give yourself to him

taking your love for lies

subdued to fit their whim

off you go to your childhood home

off you go put behind closed doors

this could be

a memory

of mine

of mine

of mine

of mine

i've never felt that fine

i'm never giving up

i'm always on your side

right now that's not enough

slowly dying in this awkward room

slowly dying

little did they know

this could be

a memory

of mine

of mine

of mine

of mine

where did i go wrong

i don't want to know

when did i go wrong

i don't want to know

where did i go wrong

i don't want to know

when did i go wrong

i don't want to know

where did i go wrong

i don't want to know

when did i go wrong

i don't want to know

where did i go wrong

i don't want to know

when did i go wrong

i don't want to know