My feelings

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when i gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
'Now the old King is dead, long live the King'

One minute I held the key
Next the doors were closed on me
And I discovered that my castle stand
Upon pillars of salt pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman calvary choirs a-singing
Be my mirror my sword my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word,
But that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
The shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I've become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever wanna be King?

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman calvary choirs a-singing
Be my mirror my sword my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I actually rmb the lyrics.
Sigh. I'm gonna be blue for three days and after that I'll be okay.
When you try your best but you don't succeed. Not that I want this, but I've been trying too. Maybe its just not my fullest effort but I'm still trying. Really I have no mood for Taiwan now.
Well I guess that kinda cheered me up a little. :) good to see you around
Comments from my report card include 'high degree of emotional maturity' well I guess you could say that. So many tragedies last year it kinda moulded my perceptions and thinking. I've definitely grown up emotionally.
Sigh pls I need to do better. Thanks choir clique for cheering me up, wish I could stuff yall into a box and hug you guys!