I could be a pauper, I could be a King
I could be both, and everything in between
But if my memory serves
I’ve let you down in every possible way
I’m hoping one day that my future burns bright
My shooting star will soar and light up the night
Still I’ll always owe more to you, than I could ever repay

I’ve been a liar, I’ve been a thief
I’ve played for time till people lost belief
I’ve used silence as a defence
For turning black and white into grey
You could send me to Heaven, you could send me to Hell
If you send me nowhere, it’s probably just as well
Still I’ll always owe more to you, than I could ever repay

How did I fall so far, so fast?
Seems my youthful determination is a thing of the past
Descriptions are cruel, but true in my case
I’ve done things I can’t amend, sanitise, defend or erase

I could be a pauper, I could be a King
I could be both, and everything in between
But if my memory serves
I’ve let you down in every possible way
I may amount to much, I may amount to none
I maybe to blind to hear the starting gun
Still I’ll always owe more to you, than I could ever repay