I should have known
That such a love was never meant to last,
That you would not take the vow and
Put it in a jar.
You are a thief stuffing your mouth
And running away with the best part.
Maybe one day, you will see
You're the maker of your own misery, your misery
And maybe one day, you will see,
You're the maker of your misery.
Our love was a myrrh branch
With sweet perfume and no fruits to share
My hands are empty and my heart is bare
And it's time you hear what I have to say:
Maybe one day, you will see
You're the maker of your own misery, your misery
And maybe one day, you will see,
You're the maker of your misery.
I should have known
That such a love
Was never meant to last.