I've never been worth a dime,
but you call me queen.
I'm nothing but a joker here to make your mind reel.
You pay me to rule, to laugh, to sing,
but what about the pain?
I slit my wrists to watch the blood fall,
in precious pools on the floor.
I walk on glass to feel the scars,
and you see them as marks of beauty.
You worship my ugly,
my scars, my tears.
I'm nothing, but your worst fears.
