Leave me be if I tell you that I'm alone,
Yet you tell me that it's cause I don't explore the crowd I can see...

You don't know what it feels like to be made a jester when you are a king...a queen...something of higher royalty...

No, this does not mean that I have vanity,
though this does mean that I don't know what you want from me...

I'm tired of it always being MY fault...when all I did wrong was listen to the wrongs you were taught...

You aren't helping me if anything, really.
You're one of the things destroying me, silly.