**“British King”** New York is loud, but I still hear nothing, Crowded train, everybody rushing. Faces blur under city lights, I’m surrounded and lonely every night. Friends keep calling, saying, “Come outside,” I put on a smile like I’m still alive. But every laugh feels out of place, ’Cause I keep looking for your face. My British king, you had my heart in your hands, But you kept falling for anyone who’d dance. Everybody got a piece of you, And I got the silence you left me to. How can this city be so full And still feel empty without you? A million people walking by, But you’re the only one I miss tonight. You loved the attention, I loved your soul, You loved the chase, I lost control. I kept hoping you’d turn around, But you found someone else in every crowd. I saw your smile in somebody’s post, Heard your voice in every ghost. That accent used to feel like home, Now it just reminds me I’m alone. And I hate that I still want you, Hate that I still care. Hate that you’re everywhere I look When you’re not even there. My British king, you had my heart in your hands, But you kept falling for anyone who’d dance. Everybody got a piece of you, And I got the silence you left me to. How can this city be so full And still feel empty without you? A million people walking by, But you’re the only one I miss tonight. Manhattan lights don’t shine the same, Every street still whispers your name. I’m in the middle of everything, Still aching for my British king. I tried to move on, tried to be fine, Tried to stop checking if you’re online. But every midnight pulls me back, To everything we almost had. Maybe you never meant to stay, Maybe I loved you in a deeper way. Maybe I was just another heart You held close before you fell apart. My British king, you had my heart in your hands, But you kept falling for anyone who’d dance. Everybody got a piece of you, And I got the silence you left me to. How can this city be so full And still feel empty without you? A million people walking by, But you’re the only one I miss tonight. So I’ll walk through New York alone, With your memory in my phone. The skyline’s bright, but I feel blue, Because every light leads back to you. And if you ever miss me too, I hope it hurts the way mine do. Because I was here, I was yours, I was true, But my British king loved everyone else too.
