It is supposed to hurt more than the fire
when the king held his sons and smiled
But it felt like another day
wishing to be a kings son
hearing... "You are the queens son"
hearing... "hers only"
hearing... "hers only"
but still forcing my way into his heart
pushing, at all cost
trying to get my share
until there was no space left
and my pace reduced
shortage of breath
lack of opportunity
in need of my never grown
backbone
planted in the field
where the rest of me
I have to pay for
this close to calling the devils line
and cashing in on my soul
it is worth billions you know?
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