My fuck u 2 u

This time last year we were inseparable
But now I see I was disposable
You only as sick, sick as the secrets you keep
I know the monsters lying under your bed when you're trying to
sleep

I know something you can't see
Can't see the forest from the trees

The king is dead, long live the fuc*** king
The peasants pay when you live beyond your means

I know something you can't see
Can't see the forest from the trees

Oh yeah, This is my f*** you to you

I would say, what I have seen
If I were bound to a train of lies
I wish you'd just come clean x2

Oh yeah, this is my f*** you to you