im the queen of damsels in distress
the laborer of the dead and dying
no matter all the good i do
im always left here crying
im jealous of all you are
thriving and unused
while i stand by alone
broken and abused
its so hard to ask you
with the words that i speak
do you really love me
it's only truth that i seek
will you ever leave me
rejoicing in dispair
hiding all my tears
behind the smile i will wear
