The [Future] King of Scotland a heart halved part i

Come down to see me
I've left the door open
The knife's on the table
I wish I was jokin'
You think things can be solved
With words softly spoken
I promise you now
Someone's heart will be broken
And if I could cut my heart in two
I'd give you each a piece
You know I would
But that is just not possible
There's nothing at all
I could say or do
That would make good
The pain I will cause you