Any other pales, she was the best type of jail
The rarest gem to find, yet she was the worst of her kind
It's a shame that I'm alive, then she could love me the most
Unless of course I should die young then surely I'd haunt her as a ghost
There's nowhere to hide, memories are there until you die
A clothed youthful dream, undressed by fragile broken seams
A farce on parade, with the look of a liar
It's a powerful thing that she preached
A promise not made, with feet to the fire
It's a thing that she held out of reach
I'm caught up in her mane
To quit or carry on is the same
A with like a scar remains
Any other pales, she was the best type of jail
The rarest gem to find, yet she was the worst of her kind
It's a shame that I'm alive, then she could love me the most
Unless of course I should die young, then I'd haunt her as a ghost
