Isn't it strange I'd much rather claim the term prince, because don't you know in this world,
I'd really rather take the ache,
Inside my head,
And my heart pounds way too loud in its desire,
Don't you understand,
My heart has demanded,
But there is no understanding all the feelings,
Keep on telling myself,
At the very least,
I am enough to be a prince.
I am enough to rein such crowns,
I am enough to be humbled by it all,
Every stock I gain,
Every life I lose,
Every glass shard that breaks,
Every battle with the inside,
And the confusing mix of all the feelings.
I am enough to be humbled by it all,
It isn't that hard to understand why,
If you understand that I have a King's boots to fill,
And I could never do so a princess,
But then again,
Is it really right to be a prince in the world?
It's a strange thing to say,
Sounds like I could actually do it.
Isn't just poetic,
The way it fits inside of me,
Like for once, I may one day escape from drowning,
And the only thing I need,
Is to quit thinking about all of it,
And surely not the future nor the past.