Rulers

I am in the mood to perpetuate the myth.

To convince you that you were right about the kind of girl I am.

I want to reassure you of your benevolence.

I think I am gonna tell you what you think you already know.

I will make myself fit into the square hole you forged for me.

I will bend, I will shift in order to be your perfect little girl.

My tears of revolution will be silenced by the love you give me so graciously

I will forget that I was ever so pigheaded and so free.

As you sit atop your throne and look down upon your kingdom in majestic glory

I pray that you remember the begining of my dedication to you.

The truth is not the myth and I am not an honest girl.

Hell is probably waiting for me to reign as part of a hierarchy of sinners.

I will wear the crown and rule over my subjects no questions asked.

As we both realize the different ways our hearts and souls work

we will finally see the true colors of each other.

The myth and the truth will combine and all will be well.