What am I to you?

A figment. A dream. A shadow of your twisted dreams.

When thousands worship you

I’m sorry to tell you

I don’t think I know you

You can’t have me.

your fame is your shame

Your need to feed your ego

Sorry I’m not to blame.

YOu want to take from my cup.

Push me down and make me crazy

Break me to the edge

You get someone to say they want to cast me

“YOu want to play games with my head

and make me climb into a sick bed.”

You can’t have me.

Sorry you are just not enough

My needs are simple

Your needs are to great

I’m not your worshiper

I’m the queen of my own dreams.

FInd someone else

I’m determined to wait

Till time stops

And I can be

with someone

whose soul feeds me

You can’t have me.

I’m a good woman, strong and true, and I neeed a man who exists beyond a fantasy.

When i meet a man who gets into my heart and head

No matter how much you think your a PRINCE YOu can’t have me.

I CHOSE my own DESTINY.

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