I’m coming out of my cage And I’ve been doing just fine I’d better take this cloak down Because I hate that all
I’ll stop there to take a piss How did it end up like this? Only the girl I will miss, Only the girl I will miss…
Now I’m falling asleep Will this wounds ever scab? The city is fire and smoke I still see it back there
But oh! I would need a bed 'Cause my stomach is sick There’s a pain in my head
But I’m running away, now Oh I’d take off that dress, now Here I go…
And I just can’t think, it’s killing me! And oh, my poor soul…
Jealousy Burning ships into the sea All those soldiers who will die Smoke and fire in the sky Truth is that I couldn’t stay Gregor’s death just waits for me Fuck the Kingsguard, Joffrey, bye! 'Cause I'm mister Brightside!
The Others run when Azor Ahai goes to war. Night will come and drown the sun when Azor Ahai goes to war. Ygritte dies and Bowen Marsh lies. Winter will fall and the cold winds will rise when Azor Ahai goes to war. The Others run but count the cost…
People come, people go But some day they do come back People hate to be away But they have, that is a fact
We last spoke, I think, in January What I didn’t know was that The seven months that I would face Would be a tough, tough time to get
"I should write to my good friends", I thought, as months were going away "I should tell them how I miss them How I wish that I could stay!”
So I thought, all winter long And then I said to me: I’ll go back to Westeros Just in time for season three.
And season three began, in March! And I was dying to come here! And then, well, as it happens… My PC broke down, I fear.
So I spent a month just wondering, Will my exile ever end? Will I go back to the stunning, Funny, amazing, rhyming land?
And I wondered how you were Silver, Shadow, Dany, Buck! And I felt rather ashamed I wanted back my Sunny and Drac!
And I waited for my PC, I waited until May And when I got it back, I was sure that was the day.
And then I have been studying. Like, since that day to last week, I only stopped to eat. And these lines are not going to rhyme, because truly, I make rhymes about stuff I like. And I don’t like studying. Well I do a little bit actually. But not when it prevents me from coming here.
Truth is, now that school’s over I don’t have a lot to do So I’ve decided to come here And I’m here to ask you:
Will you take me back on board? Though I was away so long? I have missed you my friends bards, That’s the meaning of my song.