But Lonely Be the King

I now know why I had to be the first to say it every time.

Rejection is painful realization, my weekness springs from the knees.

I have pushed so many away just by mistake and shame.

This karma is such a bitch, I will beg for forgiveness.

All I ask for is a chance.

I'm so tired of having to be the one to prove something.

I have decided to numb myself against this, all of this.

Let's see someone else beg for a chance.

I can find my cruel hand, and put everyone else away.

I will no longer be crashing because of rejection or sore feelings.

No more emotions.

Because I do have things to offer. I give up on changing myself.

I have payed, and played my part.

I will let everyone pay me, and open themselves.

I will watch them writhe for my attention.

I will look a pageless blank.

They will tear their emotions through their porcelain veins.

Change will emerge in their churning stomachs.

But lonely be the king.

You owe me.