the king of nothing i hear them say
i scoff at them
i am not the king of nothing i answer with a sneer
iv'e got some subjects see they're right over there

i point at a small group of people huddling by the rubble of my once beautiful castle
they stop for a moment and then one laughs and says why you're not the king of nothing you're the king of ruin

i gape at the one who taunts me
before i can come up with an insult
one of the children comes from behind me and grabs my leg
i look down at her and i see her smile as she clings to my leg and for a moment my anger vanishes i look back up to them and i say it doesn't matter that my kingdom is in ruins that almost all of my subjects have left me

i am still loved and that's worth all the castles and subjects in the world