A trace of a ghost is left in my sheets
Is it true love when I'm in your backseats?
Someone who was never really there at all
When you speak is it your goal to enthrall?
Whispered words in the yellow early mornin' hue
The skin I feel beneath me is never you
Your eyes are not meant for I to have seen
Your breath was never mine for the taking
For I am just me, and she is your queen
And sacred vows are not meant for breaking
Yet your eyes betray your deep lust for me
Your breath warm on the back of my pale neck
I'm not good enough but you lie not with she
You take the whole lot then leave a peck
However a girl cannot aspire to more
A king's duty is to divide and conquer
A son is what I'm entrusted to bore
So here in these chambers I am to wait
Every night and day as the seasons change
Never a life to have, just simply his mate
Hair dyed, brows plucked, lips pursed,
claws sharp with teeth sharper.
Skin leftovers in her fangs-
Does she like the sweet taste
Of hearts on her forked tongue?
Or does she prefer lies?
Does she desire another victim
Or is it just bare flesh that she craves?
They come from all around to stop at her stoop
Waiting, wishing, killing, to have the chance to court her.
Oh beautiful Siren sing your song;
They'll pledge their soul to your conniving smile.
Oh beautiful Siren sing your song;
Whisper your stories in their foolish ears.
Oh beautiful Siren sing your song;
You'll get the attention you starve for.
Oh beautiful Siren sing your song;
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