Saving up space for no one else but you,
a raving beauty.
Something I've lost all along.
A maniac left a house and never came back home,
so sweet.
Pauper dreams and the games of a queen,
no 'I love yous'.
No differences,
kisses like a knife.
All she ever wanted...
All I ever wanted,
were the little things,
a caring service after leftovers.
Nothing mattered for her,
all she needed was the peace the people had.
The queen, a pauper, a maniac and the beauty.
All the things they had.
What it was,
was something only she hadn't.
