What good is a King without his Queen?
I never wanted the crown, but now it's mine.
Instead of my freedom–instead of her.
But even though she’s not mine to keep, I can’t seem to stay away.
The moment he became king, I knew we were over.
Now I’ve returned home some kind of conquering hero.
If only they all knew that we'd both lost our hearts.
If only I could stay out of the royal bed.
What good is being cocky if you can’t get what you want?