I have always wondered
What goes on in your head
To make you think that
You can treat me
The way you do.
I have pushed myself
To sympathize what
You could possibly be thinking
To treat a queen
Like a peasant
But I just can't comprehend
I can't even begin to think
What was going through your mind
When you called me
Ungrateful
I try to consider
What ran through your head
But you only used your second head
And I just can't understand
In what way it was ever right
And I just don't understand
How you could get this idea
That leaving me in the dark
Was better for you
Better for the both of us.
What I try to understand most
Is what I did.
How have I wronged you?
If I even have done you wrong
Does it compare in the slightest
To what you've done to me?
