He said to me once
"Why does no one love me?"
Then be cried upon my shoulder
Begging to know why no one wanted his broken heart

I stitched it back
Kept it from falling apart
He never knew the nights I wasted away
Mending his shattered heart

Then one day he said with joy
"I'm in love! I'm in love! I'll give her my heart! I'll give her my love!"

I smiled for my friend
Helped him woo his lady friend
He gave her his heart on a silver platter
But she threw it away
Far far away
And then it shattered

He came to me once more
He sobbed his eyes to oblivion
Asking why she did it

All I could do was hold him tighter as his cries shook us both

His cries pierced my ears till they bled
So much pain and suffering
The agony, oh how it brought tears to my eyes
So I took my own heart out
Gave it to him

It filled the black hole nicely
Beated strong and loud
He never realized that it was mine
When he cried out to me once more
"My friend! My friend! I'm in love once again! And this time, she's brought to life my dead heart!"

I gave him a sad smile
My oblivious friend never knew that the heart he has
Was always mine

Tis true, tis sad
He loves her with heart that's not even his
I gave up my love
To see him smile

I'm now dead inside
Without a pulse I'm the walking dead
I feel nothing
Can't feel love anymore
But my heart still beats
Inside my best friend who never knew he was loved all along

I will not bow
I refuse to worship
This is my life, and mine alone

You are not my King,
You do not dictate my life
With this gift I will do good, not hand it to a parasite

You are no King
A King does not rule with cruelty and malice
A King serves his subjects as they serve him

No crown has power over me
You can have all the gold on your head
And still you wouldn't be able to touch me

I am a warrior of justice
I follow no one
Kneel for none

I hold this fire inside my heart
And with this burning passion
I'll set the world aflame
Purge the land from parasites

You are not my King
You are not even a King at all
I do not bow for you
I do not pity your fall
But I'll set fire to your grave
Once the crown falls to the ground

She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.

She sets the chess board up
Moves her Queen
Guards her King

I move my weak pawns
Sacrifice is what's needed
In a strategy that works

She holds nothing back
Conquers all with her Queen
Cares little about her pawns

I lose my Knights and Bishops
Even lose my Queen and Rook
But at the other end do my pawns go

She shouts Checkmate!
Thinks she has won
Doesn't realize that in the end, she's abandoned her King

I look into her eyes and say,
"Yes. Checkmate"
Point to my weak little lawns which now are ghosts from the past

On her end, the end which my pawns have reached
Lie Knights and Rooks,
Bishops and Queens
All surrounding the King she forgot

She sees her folly
In war rage and glee of victory did she forget her duty
With a heavy disappointed sigh,
She knocks down her forgotten King