Breakaway - Tori Amos

No I don’t expect

You to forgive me this

Siding with the soldiers who say

We cannot win the day

A theatre of war the frame

Inner conflicts now reign

Their intent: division till

There is no side to take

You feel betrayed

I feel played

By our so called friends

Not the friends we should have made

So when the story ends

And the stage goes dark

And we both can hear

The writing on the wall

Then I beg the bard

To write another scene

Because you’re the one

Who taught me to believe

There is something more

That I need to say

I should have said it though

I should have said it though

Before yesterday

Before your breakaway

This jungle is dark

But full of diamonds

That can cut and exploit

With just a whiff of blood

«Faith in spades"in us

So what were the odds

Our hand of hearts would have to fold

To their flush of clubs

You’ve been betrayed

And I’ve been played

At least they made me exit

Through their chopper on the stage

So when the story ends

And the stage goes dark

And we all can hear

The writing on the wall

Then I beg the bard

To write another scene

Because he’s the one

Who taught me to believe

There is nothing more

That I need to say

I should have said it though

I should have said it though

Before yesterday

Before your breakaway