I was lost for a while, no rather, I've been lost for a while.
Just wandering about
No set destination in place
Just free spirited nomad-ness
But good things don't last forever
So sh*t happened
Painful sh*t, Sad sh*t
So yeah, there I am bawling my eyes out
Broken from all the abuse
Ready to give up when suddenly  (and very conveniently) he appears
My supposed knight in shining armour
Mind you, I was skeptical too at first but his way with words soon had me falling
I was falling again
I knew I had to stop myself
But did I?
No, I did not.
Anyhow, so my knight in shining armour came to save me
But he had other plans
Maybe him coming to save me was just another one of my delusional thoughts that kept me sane
But the truth is, he didn't come to save
He came to play
And I was a new toy for him
And like all of us, he too got bored of playing with a broken toy
He wasn't a knight in shining armour
That was just his facade so I could put all my defenses down
He was the devil himself
Now that I think about it, his face was the colour of sin and it was barred with horns
Yes, he was a fake knight. A fake knight that hurt me deeply.
So deep that I doubt the wound will ever heal.
I hate the thought of him
But hating him is something that I couldn't do, can't do
I guess that just shows how much I fell for him
And how much of my heart he took when he left because really, would you play with a broken toy forever?