Dear queen of everything,
Don't think that you know how difficult
It is for me to be the girl standing behind you
When i was born we were one in the same
And now you hate me like i hurt you
When all i wanted to do was bury
The skulls of our Barbie dolls in the sandbox
And cut bangs on the Bratz head your mother
Got you for Christmas
Dear queen of everything, from Los Angeles
To New York City, don't think you know how hard
It is for me to be great when i live in the darkest parts
Of your shadow
My brown eyes are Walmart and yours are Chanel, right?
I really wish i could walk a mile in your shoes
You are loved and hated by boys and girls
I am not even worthy of that amount of attention from either, Your Majesty
Dear queen of everything,
Your image resides in my head like a reminder
No one else sees you but me
Yet you are as much real as i am
For those of you haven't figured it out yet
I'm the queen of everything
But only in my most grandiose of daydreams
