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Outcast Queen
your virtues and voodoo
and petticoat buttoned up high
tracing the letters
that echo to you through the night
next to the lake which once sparkled
but now only cries
dwelling on sorrows,
cursing tomorrow
and longing to leave like a kite
your windows stay shut,
as if to obstruct
your face from the world outside
when trouble first showed
you kept up the pace of your stride
but the days are now longer
with nowhere to wander
and no one to hear you confide
your friends are all scattered
your memories shattered
and so you just lay there and hide
the look you displayed
and the lies that you made
for the sake of your socialite friends
you should have seen sooner, to them
you were just a new trend
and sadly I know if you could try
you would try to mend
but the pieces are plenty,
your eyes are now empty
you have no more spirit to spend
many times we stood shoeless
on fields and beaches
with only the wind on our minds
but now when I knock on your window
you lower the blinds
for so many years all your plans
showed such perfect design
I suppose all it takes
is one little mistake
to think you're forever behind
if you'd listened at first
things could still be the same
or at least maybe something like that
seeing you suffer
it just makes me feel so sad
can't you see now
that the road is no longer in tact
I told you back then
and I'll tell you again
you can't seem to make out the cracks
you seemed happy to see me
who knows if that, too
was simply some sinister scheme
after all you brushed me off
when you lived like a queen
but I will not judge you
I will not begrudge you
I know that there's forces unseen
you weren't quite ready,
the choice was too heavy
for a girl of just seventeen
