From Anne the Quene to Her Grace, Princess Elizabeth Tudor of Wales,
This shall be the last letter I ever write, and I would not see it written to anyone but you, my only daughter. From my window I watch the dusk ebb away, and the sky flare up like a blushing rose; twilight of this new day, my last day, has come.
They will make sure that 你 never know me, my Elizabeth, and if they do me, they will see that 你 know me as the lewd, traitorous whore your father created and destroyed. Still I urge 你 to 爱情 him because...
Can these be my hands Why won't they follow my commands Someone took my breath from me I can't see and i can't speak I had a dream 你 were a snake I guess this proves i knew 你 well I had a dream when i was falling down Until i landed under 你
Go to hell and leave me with The keys to your car Delia will drive me through the rain
And it's just like 你 to pick the perfect time When i'm already down and there
If 你 gave me just a coin for every time we say goodbye Well I'd be rich beyond my dreams, I'm sorry for my weary life I know I'm not perfect but I can smile and I hope that 你 see this 心 behind my tired eyes If 你 tell me that I can't, I will, I will, I'll try all night and if I say I'm coming home, I'll probably be out all night I know I can be afraid but I'm alive and I hope that 你 can trust this 心 behing my tired eyes