Check Mate

my purple skys
your hazy eyes
once i was the queen
then i was beaten
people fall
and you were thier savior
if i were to fall
you'd be the pusher
the crusher of my broken dreams
the one to pop the bubble in my schemes
but now you've fallen
from your pedeastal
up so high
should i catch you
or let you die
i am better
the queen back on her thrown
im not your crusher off dreams
im not the one to pop your schemes
im the one who lifts you up
picks up the pices to your broken world
i am the queen in this chess match
and the queen says, "check mate"
i have won!