the bridge I build you seem to tear down
you said you liked how it looks
lying on the ground
do you like it whem i'm poor, when I beg
seems I take two steps forward
then you break both my legs
don't cry for me
don't turn around
know you've got other empires
to burn down
death strikes quick the needle she stings
pain seems so fitting
on these broken strings
kingdom's built on love for myself
lost in my ambitions
now cast to the seas
drowning in an ocean of tides
where excess and pity
seem to coincide
don't cry for me
don't turn around
know you've got other empires
to burn down