I have no wish to be a King.
I have no wish to rule the world but all I want is for my life,
my life to be a simple thing,
my life to be a simple thing,
for the complexities of life seem to continually throw themselves at me,
and it is not the way that it should be,
it is not the way at all you see,
for life it seems to have a sense of humour,
a sense of humour dipped in perversity,
and I try with all my might to keep it so,
but it never seems to work out and it is a shame to me,
it is a shame to me,
and though I have no wish to be a King,
and although I have no wish to rule the world,
I do not have time for many aspirations,
for my love is a mixed up,
messed up bombacity,
a bombacity of uncertainty,
a fractured,
and a fragmented thing,
and all I want is for my life,
my life to be a simple thing,
my life to be a simple thing,
for it is far too complex,
and it drives me into despair,
and it brings such heartache,
and I wish I could rule my heart a bit better,
and make it not such a sensitive thing,
but life is such a game of chance,
and far too many times,
it is much too damaging,
much too damaging,
and not as joyous as can be,
and I do not have as much control over my life as I should,
and though I have no wish to be a King,
and though I have no wish to rule the world,
all I want is for my life,
my life to be a simple thing,
my life to be a simple thing,
and it seems,
that I can only cross my fingers,
and see what life brings,
see what life brings.
