Now, I may not be the truest queen,
Or the fairest of them of all.
Falling down one by one.

Isn't this exactly where you would like me?
I'm exactly where you would like, you know.

Sweet as peach and lime,
Sweating as the pressure lets on.
They finally crowned me.
They finally loved me.

But oh...

I may be afraid,
That I might of faked it.
The cute and nice act.

And I am afraid this isn't the true me.

Too bad we are all caught dead in this place.