Blood Moon — Interlude

I should've left when the scars on my body started to spell out his name I can't even blame him I forged his signature on my autonomy I made myself his when he didn't even want me I built kingdoms out of love, yet he settled to be the jester But it's okay, I guess 'Cause he said he appreciated the gesture Regardless I stayed and entertained the fool disguised as king I should've left when he said that love wasn't enough Even though I built the throne where he was standing Although he left when he got tired of the act He's part of my history And these scars are the books that will make him tule for all eternity