• Your white knight is dead
    I've seen where he's laid
    stripped of his pride,
    robbed of his blade.

    He lived only to save but cannot anymore
    he found out the truth
    you settled the score.

    What pain you did cause
    to put him to rest.
    Pain you can see
    from the wound to his chest.


    He'd freely give his to make sure you live,
    you spat in his face
    he could not forgive.

    No one deserves to be brushed to the side,
    especially not one in whom you'd confide.
    in his hand there's a note that solemnly read
    "You ripped out my heart and left me for dead."