We open the door the young prince is at his desk
You can tell he's excited his heart beats out his chest
Pen flying across the paper his handwritings a mess
But he tries to write neater, hey he's doing his best
He's trying to show the world a man they've never met
Trying to put into the words all the things they'd never get
And he gone do away with al these feelings of regret
Got alot of things to do, so many things to write
And he aint even tired he's been up all night
Just trying to get it done, and it's gotta be perfect
He's passing up on fun, he knows it'll be worth it
The looks on al the faces when they see what he did
So he looks in deep places for feelings that he's hid
He's got bottled up, he's breaking off the lid
Think the world gives a ****? He's a naive kid