supposed to be permanent-
ly stuck to my head?
I wish I could take it off
amd throw it in a large lake.
The heavy metal--
gold, silver, and jewels-- would sink
deep, down, dark, dead, dull.
I wish that this burden was
attached to my poor skull.
Why should I marry?
Why should I give up freedom,
ideals, a queen's chance?
Why should I give up on love
for a crown that feels untrue?
The perfect ones are
often boring; the special
ones bring booming love.
To choose is simple at first;
but look again, and it's worse.
My mind is spinning
and I'm trying to figure out
what is right--WHAT'S RIGHT...
But for whom, may I ask? Me...
or Genovia... or both?
Is this royal crown
supposed to be permanent-
ly stuck to my head?
I wish I could take it off
amd throw it in a large lake.
The heavy metal--
gold, silver, and jewels-- would sink
deep, down, dark, dead, dull.
I wish that this burden was
attached to my poor skull.