Medieval

They're calling it a crime You give yourself to him Taking your love for lies Subdued to fit their whim Off you go to your childhood home Off you go put behind closed doors This could be A memory Of mine Of mine Of mine Of mine I've never felt that fine I'm never giving up I'm always on your side Right now that's not enough Slowly dying in this awkward room Slowly dying, little did they know This could be A memory Of mine Of mine Of mine Of mine Where did I go wrong I don't want to know When did I go wrong I don't want to know Where did I go wrong I don't want to know When did I go wrong I don't want to know Where did I go wrong I don't want to know When did I go wrong I don't want to know Where did I go wrong I don't want to know When did I go wrong I don't want to know