shall i take you to my heart ?
it really is the loneliest thing
we can always skip that part
you are, after all, King

we can go to my head
where it's busy and relentless
even when i'm in bed
sleeping on feathers

everything else is not the worth
i think it's most probably a curse
there's uncalled for hurt
and no time to be nursed

i wonder where these rhymes came from
this is getting rather long
i will be here for you
i'm sorry i wasn't a friend, as true