Medieval 가사

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