All along, I thought I could show you the way,
I guess I was wrong.
I thought I could give you the world,
I guess I was wrong.
I thought I could treat you like a queen,
I guess I was always wrong.
Now you are only queen of my kingdom of shit,
And the only world you see is my world of hate.
You only know the way I slowly destroy myself,
Wasting again, in a room of smothered cigarettes,
A room of empty bottles and filthy cans.
The room of my lost and lonely soul.
Wasting on the same, sad soliloquy,
I guess in the end it really doesn't matter.