how did you get it in your head, mr. bonaparte    that everything you did and said would amount to law    and all of the players and pieces on the map you drew    should be happy to revolve their lives around you       i live in my lonely mind    i wonder do you ever reflect    that you're only another man with a bag of regret    and your life will be done in the blink of an eye    and you won't even be a footnote on the page of time       according to the book I read, Mr. Bonaparte    all your plans and proclamations fall apart    and the loyal few who remain intact    only seem to pay attention    while they laugh behind your back