The Hurting King

a good friend to me said love can be

the thing that keeps you close to love but still not loving

it holds you to the things you say

when all you want is to run away

and hide

and there's a place i go

a bit part in the monkey show

the lover in the leading role

the villain singing dark and low

that she knows, she knows

she knows what it's like to be the hurting kind

and standing in the bitter wind

feel it like a blade drawn across my skin

and then she says: why don't i guess,

what could you want that i have left?

another soundtrack fades to blue

can't fade the real thing, face the truth

the lover in a monkey suit

with singing eyes don't dim but shine

i know, i know, i know what it's like

to be the hurting kind

and standing in the wings you don't see everything

a king without a throne, a king without a crown

a king without a queen to throw his arms around

a king without a place a queen without a face

but the hurting kind

and half hidden by the shadows i

move before the rolling tide......