What's a Queen to a King

Whats a Queen to a King if behind the scenes she out doing her own thing
Feel like her love is starting to fade, a Heart cut by a spade & it's no more kisses from the Mrs, soon as she sit up you know she about to get up & go, pacing room to room looking suspicious whenever her phone ring
Try to romance her but than you notice her tone change
And when you ask her who she on the phone with it's always the same answer, "oh the call dropped" like she out of her phone range
Feel separation sinking in slowly drifting apart
Stressing with questions, know there's something that's come in between us but can pin point on what ripped us apart
I mean I kept it smart I played my part, didn't entertain not a soul or fall victim to lust
But on her end it's clear she doesn't care & there's probably alot I don't know  details get shared 
But obviously you was foul & allowed an outsider in to play pretend in your ear
So again what's a Queen to a King if behind the scenes the King's sitting alone, disowned by his own
Knowing when he's laid in the earth
he was betrayed for his worth by a woman who he believed was next to the throne
Only to see she wasn't to be, on top of the lack of a heart she was a user, not a Queen by any means, she leaned more towards playing the role of Medusa & left the man as nothing more than a statue sketched into stone....
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