The Queen Of Hearts

Though I sit at this podium today, away and above…
At heart I am just a normal girl, looking for love!
Amid the thousand whistles, I crave for that one sound…
Among the many arms, I crave the one that keeps me ground!

What’s the fun of being the queen of hearts?

When can I get to hold that man, the one made for me?
When will I devour his love, will I or will I just pree?
Why do I stand so high, when I can’t stretch out to him?
Why do I pose my smiles, when inside I am so grim?

What’s the fun of being the queen of hearts?

I was once left at the altar, in a never ending wait…
The pain pushed me so far; it changed my life’s gait!
I am so cold hearted, with no love inside of me.
The truth is far from this, my eyes looking for thee…

What’s the fun of being the queen of hearts?