I am Queen
see my scars
hidden beneath my robes
I'm twisted and marred
alone in my room i sit and cry
cutting my skin wanting to die
is everything Ive lived a lie?
how do i know what i am doing is right
So much pressure to be beautiful
so much pressure to be thin
And so i sit alone in my room
my lights dimmed
for my body is but skin and bones
Alone in her room one night
slitting her wrists and turning out the light
wrapped in my crimson robe
my blood freely flows
I'm going somewhere happier
I'm going home
white wings help my towards the heavens
Darkness imparies my flight
i cant even see the light
this darkness is drowning me
holding me down
and that is how i was found
trapped in this hell
in my mind in this cell
