A way out, 

My own escape. 

The personal paradise of your skin on mine. 

A false identity,

Betrayal of the highest order. 

When do you stop?

When do you come back, 

Claim your twisted heart. 

It's there in the box, 

Where I keep it. 

You have no use for it. 

It only brings death and destruction. 

But I fell in love with it. 

You left it with me. 

I locked it up, 

I have it guarded, 

Like I guard my own heart. 

It's still beating. 

It's still pumping blood through my numb body. 

The body you broke 

And the body you bruised. 

But what do you care?

When I have your only piece of humanity. 

I own the only piece of you worth saving.

A useless cause. 

You're broken now. 

You've always been broken. 

I guess I was just the only one foolish enough to try and save you:

The Boy made King