Breakaway - Tori Amos

No I don’t expect
 You to forgive me this
 Siding with the soldiers who say
 We cannot win the day
 A theatre of war the frame
 Inner conflicts now reign
 Their intent: division till
 There is no side to take

You feel betrayed
 I feel played
 By our so called friends
 Not the friends we should have made

So when the story ends
 And the stage goes dark
 And we both can hear
 The writing on the wall
 Then I beg the bard
 To write another scene
 Because you’re the one
 Who taught me to believe
 There is something more
 That I need to say
 I should have said it though
 I should have said it though
 Before yesterday
 Before your breakaway

This jungle is dark
 But full of diamonds
 That can cut and exploit
 With just a whiff of blood
 “Faith in spades” in us
 So what were the odds
 Our hand of hearts would have to fold
 To their flush of clubs

You’ve been betrayed
 And I’ve been played
 At least they made me exit
 Through their chopper on the stage

So when the story ends
 And the stage goes dark
 And we all can hear
 The writing on the wall
 Then I beg the bard
 To write another scene
 Because he’s the one
 Who taught me to believe
 There is nothing more
 That I need to say
 I should have said it though
 I should have said it though
 Before yesterday
 Before your breakaway