how did you get it in your head, mr. bonaparte

that everything you did and said would amount to law

and all of the players and pieces on the map you drew

should be happy to revolve their lives around you

i live in my lonely mind

i wonder do you ever reflect

that you're only another man with a bag of regret

and your life will be done in the blink of an eye

and you won't even be a footnote on the page of time

according to the book I read, Mr. Bonaparte

all your plans and proclamations fall apart

and the loyal few who remain intact

only seem to pay attention

while they laugh behind your back