I'm not getting sentimental

We always had potential

With qualities essential

And nothing detrimental

But angers taken over

Ain't got no four leaf clover

And the luck is simply rushing out of me

Can I give a quick reminder?

Of simply how I found her

And how it feels when ripped away from me

Couldn't feel any colder

Got steel inside my shoulders

I'm in it now right up now to my knees

Oh I think I may go under

I hear the doom of thunder

As the chasms open up beneath my feet

Couldn't feel any bolder when I said the words I told her

But now it's coming back and biting me

Well she, she, was my queen

The truth you didn't want to believe

Yes she, she, was my queen

I crowned her at the age of 16

I crowned at the age of 16

Yes she, she, was my queen

But you've taken it all to extremes

You've taken it all to extremes

Oh I swear to God I loved her

No-one was above her

Not my mother or my brothers

Or any mother-fucker

It was with my best intentions

That I gave her my affections

My loving and protection

All of the way

But now this fake rejection

As you keep her in detention

Give me defamation

Suggestion elicitation

Couldn't feel any colder

With this weight upon my shoulders

But wait for her to get a quick release

Eighteen

Oh these times they are a testing

Frightful and distressing

You'll regret in time you're messing with me

Because just around the corner

Don't say I didn't warn you

Is the anger welling up you didn't see

Well she, she, was my queen

The truth you didn't want to believe

Yes she, she, was my queen

I crowned her at the age of 16

I crowned at the age of 16

Yes she, she, was my queen

But you've taken it all to extremes

You've taken it all to extremes

You've taken it all to extremes

And ended a beautiful dream.

Written and copyright G.P. Walker / Jester Audio Music