The cold part

So long to this cold, cold part of the world
So long to this bone-bleached part of the world
So long to this salt-soaked part of the world
I stepped down as president of Antarctica
Can't blame me
Don't blame me
So long to this sad, sad part of the world
So long

A secret is a kind of promise. And we share so many secrets. So many broken promises.

It took a long time to realize that they hate me. I should have known all along; they were chasing me down. Sometimes you just can't see your friends for what they truly are: your enemies.

Why else would they have brought me back to this place?

I was a prince. Everybody loved me. Of course they were jealous, but I never deserved this. This place is too cold for me, too white for my eyes. And that girl; the one I used to think was standing up for me; her hair is just as offensive. I should have known all along that she was always standing up for herself. I was just an excuse.

I'm not to blame. It was mother. It was the circumstances. It's not my fault everyone loved me, and not you. It's not my fault nobody loves you. You can't blame me for all the horrible things you've done; I'm just a victim. It's never the victim's fault.

But I'm to blame for everything, aren't I?