I love the hearts of people
But my heart isn't one.
When there are millions of thoughts in my head
Of what my guilty conscience has done.
Despite what I'd discovered,
I refused to make a sound.
Isn't it really ironic?
The Queen had lied to get her crown.
It wasn't a matter of yes or no,
It was an obvious fact.
Lift your head up, admit you're wrong
And you would have left intact.
There wasn't even a choice,
And I still got the answer wrong.
Will you hide your mistakes from the light?
And if you do,
For how long?
