do you think i'm a princess

could i be a queen?

i scoffed at the child's dreams

now i sympathize with her screams

who wants to be queen?

she carries the weight of a world

from her bed, all tangled and curled

limbs mimicking a moth's wings furled

don't you love butterflies

catch some with me

i watch the reel in agony

see her walk the same road as me

becoming who she doesn't want to be

where is she who raced after butterflies

who agonized over the simplest goodbyes

who could stand by herself in every fight

which do you think is best:

living or dying - quite frankly i don't see the difference

hey, honey, neither do i - it's true

death is black but living ain't skies of blue

and i seriously haven't got a clue

just curl up and go to bed, that's what i do

you could try it, it might work for you too

but i really don't know what else either of us can do

can't live for dreams, can't live for me

is sleeping all you can think of as a solution for me?

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