Verse 1:
I'm a queen sitting on a throne,
But it feels like I'm sitting on a thorn.
My king opened the gates to a thief,
Fully aware, ignoring the grief.
He cried for the riches the thief took away,
Yet welcomed him back, let him stay.

Pre-Chorus:
As I stood by, watching it unfold,
My warnings fell silent, my heart turned cold.

Chorus:
Am I a queen or just a pawn?
In this game where...