They’ll never know the depth of my sorrow
They only care about what they can borrow
They pretend to care in my times of need,
But it’s not for sympathy; it’s only for greed.
Act out; and Ill get labeled a fiend,
Never quite the status of a human being.
In the shades, I’ll never be seen;
The life of a shadow king.
Whispers of a figure who was meant to be;
Theyre pretending to foresee one’s destiny.
False wisdom backs their judgements’ cast
Unaware they’re staring into the eyes of a wrath.
The breaking point to become a fiend
Gets blamed on being a human being
Forgotten in the shades, never seen;
The wrath of a shadow king.