Most games you need two people.
But, oh honey, I don't need you.
Here is to another year on the calendar of my new "birth-year" starting off like hell, and this one is thanks to you.
A big, fat, loud, THANK YOU.
Why don't you shove that crown up your ass a little farther and not tell me how it feels.
Because, I don't care.
Hell, I'll help you.
Maybe I'll twist it around like you did with the knife in my back, or the strings you tied to my wrists.
You put me in a pretty robe, gave me a lesser horse, and a smaller crown and called me your friend.
You blinded me, and I thought I found another forever friend.
Oops, was I well mistaken.
You found your so called Prince, over a faintly lit screen and a wireless telephone.
You asked for your courts approval, it was given, and you blew a gasket.
All hell broke loose.
Let's play.
I may look as if I'm a tiny mouse.
A mouse your horse is afraid of, honey.
That crown, is filled with air, that comes out of your ass, which you also blow up other people's asses.
So, please do your court a favor and stick your nose in the air a little higher.
Soon, no one will be there to hold your soap box up, and all you'll have is an empty bag of chips.
Enough of my time, tears, money, laughs, and cares have been spent upon you.
I'm done.
A weight is gone.
I'm happy.
My life is loud again.
I can scream and shout, without being summoned to a corner.
When your Prince shows to just be a Jester, don't come crawling back.
Cause you can't, honey.
That bridge burned along time ago, and that path is a burning hell.
Most games need two people.
But, oh honey, I don't need you.
I win.
