(Verse 1) Oh, Marie, you wore that crown with grace, But did it ever hide your heart’s disgrace? In your palace, all that silk and gold, Was it enough to mend a soul so cold? I stand here, with my heart undone, A queen without a throne, a love I’ve won. But you, my darling, knew this all too well, When love’s a game, it’s hard to tell. (Pre-Chorus) The roses on your lips, so sweet and bold, But I’ve felt the sting, the truth untold. In your court, where secrets hide, I dance alone, with no place to confide. (Chorus) Marie, Marie, tell me, where do we go? Is this love just a mask, a hollow show? You, so regal, me, so betrayed, In the shadows of your empire, love decayed. Oh, Marie, I’d rather lose it all, Than stand beside this cruel love that falls. (Verse 2) With every waltz, I’m spinning fast, I think of you, your love that didn’t last. Behind those walls, where the whispers reign, I begged for truth, you gave me pain. In your silk dresses, were you not afraid? Of love’s deceit and promises betrayed? But in the mirror, I see your face, A queen who lost her soul, lost her place. (Pre-Chorus) The roses on your lips, so sweet and bold, But I’ve felt the sting, the truth untold. In your court, where secrets hide, I dance alone, with no place to confide. (Chorus) Marie, Marie, tell me, where do we go? Is this love just a mask, a hollow show? You, so regal, me, so betrayed, In the shadows of your empire, love decayed. Oh, Marie, I’d rather lose it all, Than stand beside this cruel love that falls. (Bridge) I’ve watched the fall of castles in the sky, Where love was a lie, and hearts would die. Your heart, Marie, was never free, Like mine, locked in this royal plea. And now I scream, beneath this velvet sky, A love betrayed, a queen who couldn’t fly. (Chorus) Marie, Marie, tell me, where do we go? Is this love just a mask, a hollow show? You, so regal, me, so betrayed, In the shadows of your empire, love decayed. Oh, Marie, I’d rather lose it all, Than stand beside this cruel love that falls. (Outro) So here I stand, with my crown of thorns, A queen without a king, so worn. Marie, I wish you’d known, The silence cuts deeper than any throne.