Of queens and kings
A harpy sings
Of those who’re in control
And all the things
Their power brings
As all else pay the toll
Of kings and queens
A funeral bell rings
Through thick and lean
As life has been
Queens hang their kings on strings.
I'm feeling a bit odd.
You can do this. (Do you even understand?)
The fight is half over. (No. it's just begun...)
Don't stop believing. (can't stop if you never started...)
It can't be that bad... (Oh... It's much worse...)
What's wrong? (What isn't?)
It'll be okay... (No... It will never be okay.)
(No I'm not fine... No I don't want to talk about it... No I don't need a hug... I just want you to leave me the **** alone...)
"Sometimes to stay alive you gotta **** your mind..."
*A conversation between you...and your mind...*
— The End —