fail to decide which road i should take before my time grows old, have to be sure that i am prepared to do what I've been told...
but i'm scared of what i might love - tell me, is there no other way? i'm supposed to be my highness and i'm nothing but a slave...
leaving it all away... they said that to be good one has to prove that the path is all clean - doing the right thing, helping the
poor ones, loving your fine queen but i'm scared of what i might love - tell me, is there no other way? i'm supposed to be my
highness and i'm nothing but a slave... what if your thoughts, your dreams are all wrong? what if my love is just pain on your
tongue? what if i spit on your idols when you pray? will you change? try not to worry, cheap is the worst me that you'll ever
know, i'm glad i refused your known ways of bleeding, your ways to be sold.
