He surrounds himself with glib distractions, traveling alone
Says he wants to build a life but cannot find a home
Can’t forgive the father that he wanted to admire
Now, any woman close to him will be burned by his fire.
Unaware of shallow lies
He meant not what he said
He seldom laughs and never cries
He walks amog the dead.
And though I feel the painful pinch
of what I feel I’ve lost
To pay the price to build a king
my spirit it would cost.
And now I’m back to loving who I was and who I am
After lending the part that once fed my heart
to the hand of a mere man.