I know there are answers, but none are coming to me.
All because I can't be what you want me to be.
Your home and your love in my life.
It’s pretty to see these little plastic stars glowing for me.
Thoughts from the black queen are coming to me.
Years before I tried to be your home and my love secretly.
Twenty-nine and I can’t be free.
It’s nice to see the answers from the black queen are coming to me
But I still can’t be what you want me to be.
Fifty-three and this just isn’t me.
I’m trying to be what you want me to be
But you still can’t see the little black queen.
It’s not me,
It’s not me.
All of these stones coming down on me because I still can’t be what you want me to be.
This isn’t me,
This isn’t me.
This is the black queen being the voice for me
Because I still can’t see why you wanted this to be.
I abandon everything and live with the queen but these little plastic stars won’t stop shining for me.
I’m starting to let go of everything.
I am the queen,
I am the queen.
