Unbecoming

When you stepped in the room I forgot how to breathe Familiar doom and gloom A kick in the teeth With that look on your face I think I see a trace Of your cheap former grace As you move in for the kill And I feel like the king of this old story Sad and castrated in the wastelands I sleep and dream of my old glory To be finished by your hands But I m afraid it will be So graceless of you So unbecoming of me Has it come down to this? A trade of silences And I can't cross the seas Between us anymore Yes it is down to this Exchanging pleasantries As if there are mysteries Between us anymore And I feel like the king of this old story Sad and castrated in the wastelands I sleep and dream of my old glory To be finished by your hands But I m afraid it will be So graceless of you So unbecoming of me