I have believed and wasted a tear

On charmless callous ways.

I've been betrayed into believing that those who never win

Should never play.

Nothing succeeds quite like success.

To be doomed to be second best

I mistook for failure nothing more and nothing less.

But if hate is peace

And love is war

There's nothing left that feels worth fighting for.

And any way that's not my way.

Destined to be a grown up fool

And praised by idle lasting rules

To be king is to be cruel

Constancy's an unprized jewel.

Off the bounds and all those crimes

That we'll endure with our church bell chimes