all this prettiness
wasted on me

all this happiness
i pay a lethal fee

all this laughter
i haven’t heard a peep

i only feel it’s real
when i am asleep

no longer do i dream
no longer am i queen

and so i scream to seem
as if i feel i’m real

as if i know i know
as if the deal is sealed

but the silence sings its tune
as i beg, cry at the moon

please, please
what do i do?