This time last year we were inseparable But now I see I was disposable You only as sick, sick as the secrets you keep I know the monsters lying under your bed when you're trying to sleep I know something you can't see Can't see the forest from the trees The king is dead, long live the fucking king The peasants pay when you live beyond your means I know something you can't see Can't see the forest from the trees Oh yeah, This is my fuck you to you I would say, what I have seen If I were bound to a train of lies I wish you'd just come clean x2 Oh yeah, this is my fuck you to you