She hides her insanity,
Crawling down rabbit holes to drink the madman's tea,
Crossing tears that form a sea,
All so she can run from me.
She calls me the Queen of Hearts,
Wants to play a game, but love's a romp that she won't start,
Biting down on 'Eat Me' tarts,
So she can run into the dark.
Such lovey eyes, now a frigid icy blue,
Such innocence was ruined, gentle heart a victim too,
"Say, love, who did these things to you?
I swear I'll have them executed, if you'll only tell me who."
You take directions from a cat,
Eyes to the moon you ask, "This way or That?"
But Alice, that's not something you can ask,
For the journey home is your own task.