I'm a Queen with a King,
With a sceptre, with a throne,
With wealth, with a crown,
I'm a queen, yet still feeling empty,
So I decided to right a poem.
They said that I'm lucky that I have a King that will always there till I get old,
Before I knew it was foretold,
That he'll give me no warmth but cold.
I'm a Queen, with a King,
With a sceptre, with a throne,
With wealth, with a crown,
With a sword, with a machine gun,
With an armour, with a grenade,
A soldier in disguise in a war called love.
'Cause my darling won't fight for me,
My darling, the King, who'd rather lose me instead of getting hurt.