I guess you thought that I had no ideas of my own
and decided that my opinions weren't anything like yours.
But who died and passed along your superior crown
Who stepped over me to crown you the King of anything.
I used to hide all of my bruises and all of my wounds
kept them open and gaping--infected to the bone
But I am serving a notice to you the high and mighty
Who gave you a crown and made you King of anything.
You used to hug me tight and said that I was the one
and you told me that you could not live without me
But when I expressed how different I was from you
Who crowned you Judge and King over my anything.
I told you to take your pretend hugs and stuff them
I could not take your one-sided love anymore
But I never knew how good it would feel for me to say
Who cares if someone else lets you be King of anything.
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