No one sees the little girl hiding in the corner
there she stays by day...

I have nothing to confess
i was kind...

Here i sit on the edge of time
Alone here is what is really mine...

I am Queen
see my scars...

Thrown into the shadows wallowing in despair
child-like laughter floats in the midnight air...

Beauty was an angel
so full of life and grace...

People stand around me
their curious eyes...

Hands over my ears
hiding under my bed...

Claws rip my burning skin aside revealing evil...
the sanity i once willingly gave...

Even the fragile have secrets i mutter
even the fragile can fall...

I am the forsaken
born from fire...

When you looked at me what did you see?
did you see the young child singing a sweet...