Poetic Justice So I was not the one you wanted Well you can see I'm reconciled Must you be so disappointed? Can you not carry on in style? Is it too much to say we loved hard Till the world fell back in place And left us where we are? I feel like the king when the queen loses faith And the crowd rushes in to tear down the gate While the whole palace slept, and I never rang the bell Maybe that's poetic justice, but it's pretty hard to tell When the fortune wheel is spinning Luck is fortune's dirty joke And a player's chance of winning Is diminished by his hope Can't you laugh just to think of the gold We had running through our hands When we were on a roll? I feel like the king when the queen loses faith And the crowd rushes in to tear down the gate And declare what was mine I stole from someone else Maybe that's poetic justice, but it's pretty hard to tell It's hard to tell why solid ground surprised us when we fell It's hard to say it's life or death Or just so many bitter words ben