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