You’ve proved them right in your strive to prove them wrong. You’ve shown me the light, you’ve thrown me in. I realize now, I should’ve realized then. I’m just another unfinished book to add to the shelf, I’ve never made anything of myself. I’m wasted youth, like wasted *****. Nothing more, everything less. I’m just another hole in the floor. I’ll grab you by the ankles and pull you down, I’ll tie you to the bottom and wear a crown. But who’d want a crown of this, practically a crown of ****. I sit on a throne of wasted desires, and wasted dreams. Ask what it is to be, I’ll tell you what it’s been for me. I know now, I knew then. I’m a queen, but no queen of men. The crown I hold means just one thing, the throne I own has just one meaning. I am the Queen, no queen of men, but the queen of them. The queen of a lost cause, and a broken power. A queen of losers who will devour, my meal though is not of food. My meal for certain is only you.