Penelope crossed the sea   No, she didn't, but that's what I would have done if it were me   I'd sail to Malta to ask her   Why she keeps you in your misery      Forget us all for wasting you   For being imperfect, for existing the way that we do   I could never be what you want   And I'm the one who'll end up dying of a broken heart   I will never be what you want   And I will end up dying of a broken heart      Cause of death was not a broken heart   It was removal of the stolen part   Cause of death was not a broken heart   It was removal of the stolen part      This is our own Greek tragedy   We write our very own twisted ending   This is our own Greek tragedy   We write our very own twisted ending   This is our own Greek tragedy   This is our own Greek tragedy      Penelope crossed the sea