Getting Sleepy
I sit and wonder if i can be a mother
Though in relationships your supposed to trust each other
How can i if the man i love could've judged
One Kiss woke me from this abyss
But was it really his
I just don't understand this royalty biz
They call me Princess Snow though what they don't know
Is that i am ready to blow
So many questions go unanswered
I wish i had the answer
But instead they expect me to just be a ballroom dancer
I knew of some people quite small and simple
They would rarely compliment my dimples
Maybe i wasn't being sensible
But the pain i feel is more residual
I've tried and tried but it just isn't cleansable
Well now i'm getting sleepy
Hopefully i don't go to sleep weeping, while the darkness is creeping