little crooked boy
with a makeshift knife
you claim that you're alone
so you could save your life
the princess is defeated
you're cutting the king down
but heavy is the hand
that steals the makeshift crown
you can suffocate dissenters
you can put the dead to sleep
but who will watch the watchers
when its your safety they'll keep?
you ran into the woods
and left a gunshot in your wake;
you went on an adventure
that wasn't yours to take
you're not interested in living
survival is the cost;
you beat your smile to death
to forget how much you've lost
an outcast among your people
with no one to call your friend
you have no remorse at all
on deciding who to end
you prefer to be abandoned
with nothing left of you
after all, you don't have faith
just nothing better to do
