Gold

I've sold my heart to the man with bright green eyes
'Cos when the glass slipper fits you believe all their lies.
It's hard to hold your tongue and keep your head high,
As the rust grew on my dusty bones you left me to die.

And I gave away the shoes we drew your name on,
Though the ink on my heart has not started to fade your love is long gone.
And I cry seven months worth of tears from my eyes,
I remember all the words you said your final goodbye.

Although your bed will be warm inside you'll be cold,
I hope you think of me when your body is sold.
You're not good enough,
To be worth gold.

So I've cut my hair and dyed it the darkest shade of green,
Anything to symbolise the end of you and me.
And I've thrown away the pictures of you and me,
Though I can't erase my photographic memories.

Although your bed will be warm inside you'll be cold,
I hope you think of me when your body is sold.
You're not good enough,
To be worth gold.

Although your bed will be warm inside you'll be cold,
I hope you think of me when your body is sold.
And don't come back for me with all the mess that you've made,
You make your own bed to find out were you have laid.
And you're not good enough,
To be worth gold.

Although your bed will be warm inside you'll be cold,
I hope you think of me when your body is sold.