I can't imagine what good could come of telling you
What good could you even do?

I can picture you two
chattering mindlessly
and all the while the thought takes up your brain as its resident haunt
You know what she won't

Even if I make it clear
that under absolutely no circumstances can my mom ever, ever know
what if you let something slip?
what if you decide my best interests for me and tell her willingly?
the more people a secret is whispered too, the more cracks there are in ears
the harder to control the court
my teeth set on edge just thinking about how
this whole well-rehearsed world could come toppling down
with just a few words.

I think the only reason I really want to tell you
is so that I have an excuse in your eyes
for not being what I should be
for not being the perfect leader and for letting things fall
to give you a reason, something other than me to blame for my failures
but that's not justice
even kings and queens must be held accountable for their crimes
A death sentence started from my own mouth

Off with her head!
the people will yell