The king

Why do you have to be so cruel.
This is not your kingdom to rule.
You don't deserve to wear that crown.
Somebody needs to shove you down.
The throne you sit on is made of glass.
Karma will shatter it you'll end up on your ass.
Bringing you back down to earth and setting me free.
You'll have no choice, you'll have to let me be me.
When that day comes I'll have no worry.
I won't be the one that's sorry .

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