She was a queen but you played her like chess
You stomped on her crown,
Made her feel like a mere pawn
You had her heart and soul and played it to the beat
She made her move
And it was all about you
Now she feels so far removed.
She wallows in stress
Every day she weeps on her pillow
For her king, that selfish fellow
She loved everything you hated about yourself
She would have died so that you didn’t have to
I guess you still haven’t a clue.