31.

Why'd you suffer my doubt when
I was less in drought?
And why'd you believe in me
When there was nothing to see?
You had the chance to confide
And all you could do was abide.
The truth held no purpose
Now tell me who was worse?

You with your money and values
Or me who proved no use?
You'd ask me to go away....
I'd save your money for another day...

I sat alone for days on end
Wondering on what my life should be spent
I decided on what meant most to me
Cigarettes, alchol and sociality.
You never grasped that concept
I felt so inept.
I blew away our misfortuned gains
Which left me with no fame...

You with your money and values
Or me who proved no use?
You'd ask me to go away....
I'd save your money for another day...

(Chorus)
I'd argue my dear,
That my life wasn't queer;
I was seeking out from you.
You showed no remorse
And let's not forget, of course;
That you were so "finely tuned".
So dream that old dream
Of marriage of Queens
And I'll just fall apart.
I should have known back when
It was likely to end;
Was right there from the start.

I pushed you away and yet you came back
You wouldn't let go, nor subdue to the fact
That all was now lost
At a vastly inflated cost...
The meaning of my soul
Was left in a hole
Along with the bullet in my head
That resulted in our intimacy being dead.

You reasoned to believe that it was all because of drink
That I immediately failed to think
But in retrospect we all died that night...
The day death came knocking in-flight.
My mother had gone
Yet you felt eager to go on.
Where was your heart?
You were always to be the tart...

You with your money and values
Or me who proved no use?
You'd ask me to go away....
I'd save your money for another day...

(Chorus)
I'd argue my dear,
That my life wasn't queer;
I was seeking out from you.
You showed no remorse
And let's not forget, of course;
That you were so "finely tuned".
So dream that old dream
Of marriage of Queens
And I'll just fall apart.
I should have known back when
It was likely to end;
Was right there from the start.

You didn't realise
That your compromise
Would result in half baked democracy...
A legal falacy...
I took all your money.
So tell me now - Will you honey...
Will you never believe in me?
Now that You've killed the queen?

You with your money and values
Or me who proved no use?
You'd ask me to go away....
I'd save your money for another day...

(Chorus)
I'd argue my dear,
That my life wasn't queer;
I was seeking out from you.
You showed no remorse
And let's not forget, of course;
That you were so "finely tuned".
So dream that old dream
Of marriage of Queens
And I'll just fall apart.
I should have known back when
It was likely to end;
Was right there from the start.