She is a queen.
Who sometimes deserts her queendom for a fix.
Yet they are ever faithful,
Often left wondering if she'll make it back home again,
Often left wondering to whose house she's been,
Often left wondering what quality they were lacking.
Was their love not enough?
Their faithfulness?
But then again, that is not what it's about.
She is a queen,
Who sometimes does not love herself.
Yet she is royalty in their hearts.
Often wandering in lonely places.
Often wandering far away from home.
Often wandering with no place to turn.
And so she comes back to her queendom,
To her family with open arms.
She is a queen.