As she sits in front of her only escape,
she breaths in and trys to take one breath,
but she cant make her lungs expand,
and like her only fan her mind cheers her on.
She must go on.
But why is it such a big thing,
for some one to be their own king,
in their own heaven?
Why cant we take our life to an end?
Millions of people die everyday.
and for one second,
of one minute of one day only a few stop and pray; then everything is just the same.
the only way someone will notice is if you hold the power of fame.
Everyone expects us to go on, and live through this pain. Why?
Why cant i be my own king, in my own heaven?
Queen is what i can bring, if only i take an end to this life you call great,
but your words are my mistake,
because if i go on,
my light in my life will grow dimmer,
as it already has,
my smile may shimmer,
but really im getting grimmer,
getting just more bitter.
I cant go on, and all i really long,
is to be the queen in my own heaven! |
