I wasn’t always a monster, I was a prince.nNow, so broken, so, nAddicted to bad ideas & to drugs & to all the beauty in this world, I knownnThough I have grown older & graver, the great heart of the world remains ever young.nI wasn’t always a monster, I was a prince.nNow, so broken, so.nnI wasn’t always a monster, I was a saint.nNow, forgotten, so,nAddicted to bad ideas & to the blood that runs from my eyes and my hands and my throatnThough I have grown older & graver, the great heart of the world remains ever young.nI wasn’t always a monster, I was a prince.nNow, so broken, so.nnBecause I can, 'cuz there's no one to stop men'Cause it makes up for things that I lostnTo feel your tug at my soul,nThe sting of your gaze over my facennTo fail and to live longnnI wasn’t always a monster, I was a saint.nNow, so broken, so,nAddicted to bad ideas & to the blood that runs from my eyes and my hands and my throatnnThough I have grown older & graver, the great heart of the world remains ever young. I wasn’t always a monster, I was a prince.nNow, so broken, so.nnBecause I cann'Cause no one can stop men'Cause it makes up for things I lostnBecause I'm addicted to bad ideas and all the beauty in this world