He’d always had a problem with drinking and drugs, as did she; his forever Queen.
He’d drink and drink as though his life depended on it, smoke and smoke as though the air in his
lungs held no meaning of existence.
Poking and smoking, pills and potions, Always one of those filthy devotions.

To most, the man's life held on value.
He’s a mistake of a man, i often hear most say, don’t you even give him the time of day.

His beautiful Queen, oh she was a mysterious thing.
She once held a smile as bright as the stars, the look in her eyes showed emotional scars, she once held a crown of great honor.
She’d done much wrong, yet she was still perfect in the eyes of her daughters.

The Queen's smile years later faded, into tears of regret.
She soon wished that they'd had never met.

How could a woman as smart as she, fall for something as devilish as he?
I watched from a distance, i watched the man tear and tear, and soon he’d tore hard enough he'd broken the once chainlink marriage.

Ruined, for strange girls and his unbearable pride.
The man, even with little dignity held his head higher than most.
He knew no morals, and held no values.

He’d always get too angry.
He’d always seem to lose his sanity.
They’d fight, he’d always lose his cool.
The story is told that he held no control,

One day it seems the Queen, as sad as it sounds had left the King.
She’d found a man who never once made her sad.

And in the end, it seemed as though he’d always get into her head and she... his bed.