My Queen

You're walking away
But I'm right here
You search in my face
For some kind of clear
Part about me
But it won't come
How you hunt me down
Go have your fun

It takes it's toll
As you're making your shrine
I remember seeing you
So cool and refined
I find it nice
To look in those eyes
How it takes me away
To a place that I can hide

But it won't last
Any longer than we would
Cause you're full of youth
And I'm a broken good
And I'll be the shoulder
You'll never wanna lean
Problems with society
I'm sorry, my queen

Am I alive or dead
I'm sorry my queen
Who's that really in my head

You watch the hours
Go by on my watch
As I talk to you
About this lonely walk
We have every day
At the same exact time
I guess it's getting boring
Being mine

But it takes it's toll
As you make your shrine
I remember seeing you
So cool and refined
I promise I'd help
And you'd help me
But I fell short
I'm sorry my queen

Am I alive or dead
I'm sorry my queen
Who's that really in my head