My castle is crumbling like it was made out of sugar.
Was I really such an ineffective ruler?
Everything never seemed good enough always incomplete.
It's falling but at least it's sweet.

I sit on my rusty throne and I realize how ironic this all has been.
Chasing perfection like a sin.
But even that in itself was expected.
That's what happens when you leave your people, your kin unprotected.

Now swordplay and bloodshed rage around me.
Soldiers tripping over lost friends and enemies.
Each side fighting for a cause they think is noble.
Fighting for their humble royal.

They used to love me, they were so proud.
Now they're lost, with out purpose, they stumble around.
Even the ones who hate me look to me as if I have all the answers.
Their eyes never leave mine, they weaken me like a cancer.

Will this mean a new start or a dark age?
Will there be a new leaf, can we turn another page?
What will they do with me now they know my true colors?
Will they mark me as fool and find another to rule?