Medieval

They're calling it a crime
You give yourself to it
Taking your love for lies
Subdued to fit their will

Off you go to your childhood home
Off you go but behind closed doors

This could be
A memory

Of mine 

I never felt that fine
I'm never giving up
I'm always on your side
But now that's not enough

Slowly dying in this awkward room
Slowly dying, little did they know

This could be
A memory

Of mine 

Where did I go wrong
I don't want to know
When did I go wrong
I don't want to know