You hate the fact that I sleep too much
But you also hate the fact that I don't sleep enough
What exactly do you want from me: I  don't know
But I can give you the brightest glow just in my smile
And that sparkle in my eye that drives you wild
My depression doesn't define me
because I am a beauty, your queen
But if you can't handle the darkness of me as well
Then obviously you aren't fit to be my king