I won’t settle in, at least, not when I have to pretend
People; they talk about it People; they write about it I hear and see it all I know it exists, when will it ever begin? No not for me, I’m no gentleman
I won’t settle in, at least, not for them
Deaf ears on all my laments, born into this deception A portrait of vanity, the mirror won’t keep us smiling
How I lack the heart of a lion I am not of the blood that heralds kings to the throne Yet, my voice will not shake in its resolution When it comes time for bricks to meet stone This vessel treading water; castaway, alone