From King To Wanderer

It's about friends (or life in general) suddenly turning against you, and you trying to fit in elsewhere

Only months ago did this place seem so warm to me

I walked easily with friends, faces now turned up in snarls at me

Surprised, I found myself again sentenced to roam

Heart committed and cut in half, should it be any different for me now?

 

Their stories of travel fall on easy ears

It's what I've been searching for all these years

Chained to so many choices without knowledge of meaning

There's nothing in this world that I hold dear

 

These years wasted on identity, only now can I be free

I lost myself and died so many times, died so long ago

I could say I was king but lost control

But everyone's aware I never had a soul 

 

I loved her, but I loved another aswell

Adoration has no place here anymore

It's hard to be happy on the shores of hell

We write ourselves in and out of cliques 

We're walking in and out of these bolted doors

 

And now it begins yet again

Alone to the wild, only the void loves me truly

Where to turn after the easy choices are expended

Where to exist when bliss has faded and ended

 

These years wasted on identity, only now can I be free

I lost myself and died so many times, died so long ago

I could say I was king but lost control

But everyone's aware I never had a soul 

The End

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