The Queen of Hearts

I'm stuck in the forbidden land of a pre-romanced heart,
yet still it seems that we hate to be apart.
I can't help but to wonder, exactly what it is you feel,
and I question if, what I feel is real.

The queen of hearts,
she stole my heart,
on this summer's day.
The queen of hearts,
with a broken heart,
will push this mess far away.

The suicide queen, holds to her name true,
the scars I can see, both in and out of you.
Yet still I see you, as I saw you that night,
with your glowing beauty, drowning the moon's soft light.

The queen of hearts,
she fakes her part,
to make it through her day.
The queen of hearts,
will take my heart,
straight into her grave.

I can't help but to worry, about what it all means,
and what it must be like being stuck in between.
You don't let the world see, as you play with you hair,
and they all still think, that you don't have a care.