You're the king of this country, and I will protect you from all that hurts.
We grew up together, but our parents tore us apart.
We were friends from the start, and by fate got torn apart.
I'll do anything you say, even the evil ways. I visited the nation next to ours, and as my hat flew away, a small boy with a welcoming smile had caught it.
We became best friends, yet the king had wanted the woman the small boy had.
While I was in love with the king, I followed through with his wish. I murdered my best friend, and his final words to me were, "I understand."
You're the king of the country and I'm a servant of yours.
This sparked an outrage. They started a retribution, as they called it. They didn't know that I will always save you.
"Take these clothes and go. You shall wear them until you are gone and they won't ever know. Our only difference is our eyes. I'll keep my head down. It is fine, we are best friends. They won't know you're gone."
You ran so far, and I dressed in your clothes and kept my head down.
I am evil, I fake blame because our blood is the same. Whether related or not.
You watched as I approached the guillotine. You were always very cute. I'll protect you. I want you to be at peace.
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The bells rang because they knew. You didn't look at the crowd, and said my favorite words as the guillotine was sent down.
"I love you."
