He has the right to know,
But he can’t,
All these years don’t show,
The miscreant still deviant,
And I can’t let go

Though I don’t care at all,
But I should,
Draw a line with a broken ruler,
Only if I could,
But I want to fall

He has everything I need,
But he don’t,
Withered tree from mighty seed,
Warrant from the won’ts,
And I shall not be freed

It couldn't possibly be real,
But it is,
A wooden sword or one of steel,
A fist or a kiss,
I confuse how they feel

He just doesn't know the end or when,
But I lie,
He just doesn't know that it’s back again,
I try,
To become my King of Men

And I don’t feel sorry,
But I do,
His story forever a missed story,
To you,
But you don’t know his mystery

Now my tongue did what my hand could not,
Now my hand did what my head forgot,
Now my head sifts through the damp and rot,
Now I'm holding onto to something but I don’t know what