Naked king, you're still pretending
waving a stick over a mud pie village.
Once you grabbed my faith
and broke it over your knee.
I let you do it, I was scared
and I so wanted to please you.
You paid me in tears and emptiness,
wrote a check for silence.
So, I emptied my pockets
of all the unanswered questions
And shelved the words I wanted to scream.
Because nice girls don't speak their mind.
I waited.
I waited.
And I was not forsaken.
