(Verse 1)
She walks through the room like a storm in disguise,
Eyes full of secrets, and a thousand white lies.
Every word is a monologue, no room to reply,
She builds her own kingdom, where no truths can survive.
(Pre-Chorus)
A cocktail of chaos, she stirs with no care,
Pills and potions dancing in the air.
Whispers of reason, she’ll never let in,
A loop of denial, where the trouble begins.
(Chorus)
She’s the queen of her own world, but the crown’s made of thorns,
A symphony of silence when the warnings are born.
Living in shadows, where the truth can’t be seen,
A selfish rebellion in a world in-between.
(Verse 2)
She drowns in her whispers, a bottle in hand,
Behind closed curtains, she can barely stand.
Doctors write stories she rewrites with her tongue,
Chasing her demons while the damage gets done.
(Pre-Chorus)
A maze of delusion, no map to escape,
Reality bends, but the blame’s out of shape.
Voices around her grow softer each day,
As she talks over hearts that just drift away.
(Chorus)
She’s the queen of her own world, but the throne’s made of glass,
Ignoring the echoes of a future that’s passed.
Mixing her poisons in a reckless parade,
A selfish defiance in the mess she has made.
(Bridge)
Hallucinations bloom like flowers in her mind,
Colors of confusion leave clarity behind.
But the walls start to close as the mirror reveals,
A lonely reflection of the pain she conceals.
(Chorus)
She’s the queen of her own world, but the kingdom’s a lie,
A castle of chaos built under the sky.
Living for herself as the rest fade away,
A selfish crescendo in a sorrowful play.
(Outro)
She’ll never listen, never see the harm,
Wrapped in illusions, the world in her arms.
But her kingdom is crumbling, no subjects remain,
Just the queen of her own world, in a cycle of pain.
