Alone in bed again

Above it but deep in pain.

Buried in the sheets of shattered hope

After watching people cry as my casket was let down the rope.

Although ,I swear, it was never the case 

When my heart use to beat hard for them in loud bass

And harmonious melody as hand in hand they pulled out the last string on my harp.

Their army conquered mine on these black and white squares,

So much for being the King

The loneliness!