I think you've pushed me too far
and I think you'll regret it.
I gave my trust to you
and you threw the shards right back.
You took me for a fool
but the fool got wise.
Now it's you who looks the fool
as I stand and laugh.
But do not fret, little dear,
I won't say a word.
Why should I bring you down
when the world's doing it all by herself.
I gave you my word to be silent
and even if I tried, the words would freeze on my lips,
cold as your little black heart.
The world has her ways of justice,
who am I to interfere?
She has you well in hand.
Face the future with a brave heart, little dear
as I am certain you'll need it when justice is served.