My tea's gone cold br br A frozen dream br br A cup I can't hold br br It's too bold br br Too bold to capture br br The grasp br br That slips through my face br br Forming a hidden mask br br Please unfold br br Bring to life the path of my tears, my fears br br My everlasting drear br br That holds br br My career near and oh so dear br br Hope is so close br br I can almost taste it br br But death is so relieving br br I somehow embrace it br br As if I'm the writer of my own life br br And the creator of my own strife br br The bible declares that I am royal diadem br br A Queen br br But it seems br br Whatsoever a man thinks br br So shall he be br br Well what does that mean? br br That my hopeless fate br br Is seen in my face? br br That my hate br br Shall remain till my grave? br br Or shall I awake? br br Will my burden br br Inscribed on this paper br br Relieve this morbid behavior.