I'm the King Of Broken Hearts

My castle’s a room where each night I’m alone.
A chair in the corner is my only throne,
And all that I rule is a now-silent phone.
I’m the King of Broken Hearts.
My minstral sings lovesongs on my phonograph;
Each song brings back mem’ries of your haunting laugh,
And each face in my court looks like your photograph.
I’m the King of Broken Hearts.
I thought I’d could forget in time
The tender kiss you gave,
But now I realize that I’m
A ruler who’s only a slave.
A scarf that you left now is my royal cloak.
On my coat of arms are the love words you spoke,
And my crown is a dream that has vanished in smoke.
I’m the King of Broken Hearts.
And my crown is a dream that has vanished in smoke.
I’m the King of Broken Hearts.