I Met Up with the King
Confessions of a Fallen Monarch: A Tale of Love, Loss, and Redemption
Lyrics
I met up with the king
The narrator encountered the king.
He confessed his body was burning
The king admitted to feeling intense physical discomfort or pain.
I met up with the king
Another meeting occurred between the narrator and the king.
His body had begun to rot
The king's body was deteriorating.
And he said don't think less of me
The king requested not to be judged negatively despite his condition.
I'm still the same man I used to be
The king claimed that despite his condition, he remained unchanged as a person.
But no one believed him
No one trusted or believed the king's claim.
No one believed him
The lack of belief in the king's statement persisted.
I once knew a pretty girl
The narrator recalls a woman who had a strong affinity for life.
And she was in love with the world
This woman cherished and admired the world around her.
And she loved a young man
She was involved with a young man.
Who loved her body but never saw her mind
The man was infatuated with her physical appearance but didn't appreciate her thoughts or personality.
He took everything she had kept
The man exploited her, taking away what she held dear.
And then he took everything else that was left
He depleted all that remained of value to her.
But no one believed her
No one believed the woman's experiences or pain.
No one believed her
The lack of belief in the woman's suffering persisted.
I feel just like the king
The narrator empathizes, feeling akin to the king's struggles.
As I fall on the muddy ground
The narrator feels similarly overwhelmed and defeated.
I feel just like you gal
The narrator relates to the listener, suggesting they share common experiences of being judged or misunderstood by others.
There's people thinking
There are people assuming they have insights into their lives.
They know something now
Others think they understand their situation.
Well I don't know anything at all
The narrator admits to being clueless about everything.
And we mean nothing to history
The narrator feels insignificant in the grand scheme of history.
Well thank God
The narrator expresses relief at not being crucial to history.
So tell me do you believe me?
The narrator questions if the listener believes their story or situation.
Do you believe me?
Repetition of the inquiry about belief.
I bet you don't
The narrator doubts the listener's inclination to believe.
I bet you won't
The narrator predicts the listener's reluctance to believe.
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