The Enemy Left Fighting Alone.
 
Once there was this mighty war.
For a girl whom captured the sky.
The battlefield was burned and scored.
Tears fell from many an eye.
 
Pain could be seen along the entire coast.
But eventually you just get tired of hurt.
You accept your losses and leave the game.
You clean up the lies, tears and dirt.
 
Pick up the pieces of what was left that was good.
Why did the damsel get left behind?
Maybe it's better that we did what we could.
At least it was such a little loss nobody minds.
 
It was a good fight but I have picked up my sword.
Don't worry, your just imagining I still care.
When you have broken your toys, left pieces all torn.
I think that it is only just fair.
 
So here is your gift, I am leaving the prize.
I was wrong, it wasn't worth as much to gain.
In the end they were only good lies.
The hero rides off in the rain.
 
Good-bye princess the lost,
may find your way to the real.
Truth is you’re not worth fighting for anymore.
You've killed any reason to feel.
 
So the costumes fall off and we all grow up.
See ya round vicious, I'm going home.
Perhaps later you'll realize what you've lost.
When looking out your windows....
 
...The Enemy left fighting alone.