You cry and beg but there is nothing to see you already crowned me queen. Queen of what? How could you not know you rejected me, I'm the queen of the broken and the damned, Your not worthy of me, Bow before my standing hand, you will not take thee, nor take my throne my castle you can keep, just give me the thorns, from the bush to the rose, this was an empty home, I cried for you, A friend once so dear now A working peasant not my peer. Do not stand before me and weep, I'm at my grave to have a heavenly sleep!
Queen of the rejected
September 24, 2011