

(hm-mm-mm) You spin the story like a web of thread
Whispering secrets in Amelia's head
Trying to make her think I'm the one to blame
It's a manipulative game
You need the spotlight,
you crave the eyes
Feeding Amelia your painted lies (oh-oh)
Kotryna, why do you play this part?
Tearing us down to heal your fragile heart?
You want her to hate me just to keep the screen
Of the saddest show she's ever seen
She sees right through it,
or she will in time
You cannot cover every single crime
Running for cover when the truth gets near
Acting out your tragic play of fear
But she knows my heart,
and I know hers
No matter how
the picture blurs (no matter how,
yeah)
She won't hate me,
Kotryna... (no, no)