Corona

The Queen sat on her throne
It's been so long She's feeling alone
The sheets of her past
Are fluttering like a dust

"I want this, I want that."
She said.
"But no one want to stay with me no matter what."
She said.

With the prettiness she had
That doesn't mean her life never gone bad

The Queen sits on her throne, reminiscing
She's staring at something fluttering
Dust to dust
The sheets of her past