I'm burning it all down,
The crumbling wall that has been stabbed, beat and drowned.

Why am I burning it down?
It's because I want to re-claim my crown.

Too many people have grabbed it, and had me bow down to them,
That's now about to change, I am no longer as weak as I was.

The walls around my kingdom will be rebuilt,
And NO one will ever again make it tilt.

I'm tired of always losing control,
I'm taking back the kingdom they stole.

My guards will be stationed every step of the way, beginning at the bob-wired very thick metal front wall,
No longer will my kingdom fall.

This is the last time I will feel like this,
Me always feeling exposed will not be missed.

The doors have been shut,
The ropes and chains holding the doors will not be cut.

My kingdom has been burned to the ground,
But now I have been re-crowned.

I re-built the kingdom form the same ruins, covered with endless black smoke and black puffs of ash,
No longer, will my heart and mind crash.

Now I sit on my throne in my kingdom,
It is large, with 49 big thick steel doors leading to the centre in all four directions, it is no longer easy to enter my dominion.

I do not need a queen,
All she will do is steal my crown, and make me go demean.

Some call it tough love,
I just laugh, and know that I will no longer get the big painful shove.

I built it up, to bring to bring it all back down,
I built it back up, stronger, and heavily guarded, it will no longer be a ghost town.

It is mine to control,
I took back the kingdom they all stole.