Thinking about control
I have never had a role
I've been meaning to be
Someone to be proud of
But since I cannot see
I have turned myself off

I wish I was more like The First or The Second
Or anyone else who isn't like me, take my word
All people wanted from me was to do what I can
And even that was too much from this broken man

I have dreamt more than once now
I always miss the innocent "Wow."
Seeing wonder for the first time
It's impossible to put into rhyme

I miss becoming the knight of sobriety
Vanishing angels, defending society
I miss the appraisal of my king
But the real one's life does sting
He pretends to give love where he can
But he'd have to stop drinking then