It's so nice to know someone cares about you enough to lie to your face, isn't it?

Too many people
Just don't understand
What the concept of love is, unglossed
For those that have really loved, long in the past
Are always the same that have lost.

A gold plated sword, beneath the luxury,
Is still just a blade, at best.
And just because it's lovely,
(And it is, really it is,)
Doesn't mean it's better than the rest.

A gold-plated sword still hurts
As it comes and impales your heart
Why would you think
It could be any different?
You can see how it's torn me apart.

The day came too soon, didn't it love?
Deceit breeds deceit, after all
You seem so astonished
That so many lies
Made me glad to see you fall.

It all brought you nothing
But a sense of sadness
And a lonely, empty room
Far away, surrounded by people
I'll say "I hope it was worth it, too."