Sometimes, He feels like a King of a Town,
Sometimes, just like a clown.
Sometimes, He is tired of love triangles,
And the numerous love angles.
Sometimes, He finds himself in a empty classroom,
Staring at the moon after a busy afternoon.
Sometimes, he can set fire on the dancefloor
And wants to sit alone on a sea shore.
Sometimes, he feels too lone,
And no one to share a cone.
Sometimes, he follows the rule of 'side-walk'
Hoping the talk to never end.
Sometimes, he feels old in the knees
But super young with his new T's.
Sometimes, he has no money to fill a cart,
Nor a person to play a game of dart.
Sometimes, he can sing too badly
And can still propose with a ring.
Sometimes, he feels like a King of a Town
Sometimes, just like a clown.
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