Fallen from my throne,
I sit inside this cage.
Longing To Be Loved,
But yet so full of Rage.
Can I begin to compensate for all lost time?
I begin to ask myself if greed was my only crime.
Then i start to count these bricks that make up my prison wall.
And then i start to wish and pray, it would all just crumble and fall.
Do your ears start burning as I talk while I'm asleep?
Why does it always seem,
That I want what I can't keep.
Fallen from my throne,
I sit inside this cage.
Longing To Be Loved,
But yet so full of Rage.