The Prince with half a crown

Welcome to my nightmare, I'm the prince with half a crown,
I build my castles in the air, so please don't tear them down.
Sometimes I dream of sailing ships, and others, flying planes,
But most times all I dream about is jumping under trains.

My world is plain and simple, I'm the prince with half a crown,
I cower in a corner, far too scared to go to town.
And if you mock or pity, well, it's all the same to me,
You live upon the outside, there are things you'll never see.

Welcome to my nightmare I'm the prince with half a crown!
Roll up! Roll up! Come take a seat, the circus is in town!
Come join me in my bedspace, though there's little there to see,
A window, but no windowlatch, a lock without a key.


Don't think you know the workings of a prince with half a crown!
To some I am an ogre, and to others I'm a clown.
Some others see a gambler who's to wise to show his hand,
The truth is in the mirror, much too hard to understand.

Welcome to my nightmare, I'm the prince with half a crown!
I'm a poet and I know it, I'm the master of the noun,
I'm a writer and a raconteur, I speak without a care,
But only to my keyboard, I'm ashamed when you are there.

Don't waste a drop of pity on the prince with half a crown,
Don't throw that blasted lifebelt, keep it there,I'd rather drown!
I'm a hermit, I'm a castaway, recluse, a mute, a freak,
If you think you want to help me please don't come before next week.

Welcome to the padded hell of prince with half a crown
They've tied my sleeves together, and I'm jumping up and down.
I'm screaming and I'm panting, and I'm lonely and I'm scared,
The way They treat the 'clients' some would think They never cared.

Head down walking slowly,I'm the prince with half a crown,
Pretend you never saw me, fix your gaze upon the ground.
Pull your coat across your shoulders as you scuttle through the rain,
And pretend you didn't notice something wrong inside my brain.

Welcome to my nightmare, I'm the prince with half a crown,
I'm not quite the full shilling, so they'll have to take me down.
Yes, I'm the kind of guy you wouldn't want to live across the street,
For all your platitudes, your body language indiscreet.

You'll never be the master of the prince with half a crown,
Your pity and your patience will become an angry frown.
But it's o.k., I forgive you, I've been down that road before,
So pass the nightmare in a jar, that I may sleep some more.