Nothing is pure except solitude

I wish I had crept in from the back door

Even if I had, it's the same old tired place that I'll end up in

In this trying time, solitude is the only thing that's pure

Every waking hour I lay wishing that I had meant it

Wishing that we had meant it

Wishing that I'd keep myself from texting

At least not until I call off another episode

Or hold it back at least to the next morning

I take no pride in being weak

Although I have not cried a single tear

That does not mean anything

I still cannot keep myself from falling apart

through the night time

As tides turn, there's no turning back

Confirming that we can no longer pretend

We are blood ties in disguise

And blood is only blood

Nothing more than that

A reign has taken over

And her majesty has taken her wave

the only way she knows how to

In royalty.