You painted me as the story I didn't live,
You crowned me with thorns I didn't have in me
A liar undressing his lies on me
Mary Magdalene, the woman of error, of sin,
But you did all this, and you still left me guilty
You dressed me up like the old Mary Magdalene
You planted the poison and made me drink it,
You took revenge and made me bear your sin
You put me on the altar, you made me a symbol,
You think you're superior, you made me carry your cross,
You wanted revenge, you made me guilty,
But it was your sword that poisoned our lives
You built a lie in my name,
And in your anger, you made me the figure that haunts you
I'm not the woman you wanted me to be,
I was the reflection of your anger,
I never betrayed you, but it was easier for you to tell everyone
That I'm a traitor than to assume that it wasn't enough
For our relationship to last longer
You dressed me up like the old Mary Magdalene
You planted the poison and made me drink it,
You took revenge and made me bear your sin
You put me on the altar, you made me a symbol
