Poor Man's Crown (Pain Confessor)

I love the rain The tears heaven cries for I cannot cry myself I gaze at the rain And the pleasure pierces through my mind The fall that sweeps away all woes off my troubled brow In waiting my hopes lie Hope to pass on my thorned crown To another king of nothingness To rule the court that suffocates their heirs My soul wasn't worth much when I sold it to become someone Now all I have is a poor mans's crown They said he brought respect One couldn't earn in a lifetime They chased him down and drove their envy through his heart They found no glory there, no wealth an no honor Only a tired man holding on to his smile My soul wasn't worth much when I sold it to become someone Now all I have is a poor mans's crown My soul wasn't worth much when I sold it to become someone Now all I have is a poor mans's crown