From Anne the Quene to Her Grace, Princess Elizabeth Tudor of Wales,
This shall be the last letter I ever write, and I would not see it written to anyone but you, my only daughter. From my window I watch the dusk ebb away, and the sky flare up like a blushing rose; twilight of this new day, my last day, has come.
They will make sure that tu never know me, my Elizabeth, and if they do me, they will see that tu know me as the lewd, traitorous whore your father created and destroyed. Still I urge tu to amor him because...
Can these be my hands Why won't they follow my commands Someone took my breath from me I can't see and i can't speak I had a dream tu were a snake I guess this proves i knew tu well I had a dream when i was falling down Until i landed under tu
Go to hell and leave me with The keys to your car Delia will drive me through the rain
And it's just like tu to pick the perfect time When i'm already down and there
If tu gave me just a coin for every time we say goodbye Well I'd be rich beyond my dreams, I'm sorry for my weary life I know I'm not perfect but I can smile and I hope that tu see this corazón behind my tired eyes If tu tell me that I can't, I will, I will, I'll try all night and if I say I'm coming home, I'll probably be out all night I know I can be afraid but I'm alive and I hope that tu can trust this corazón behing my tired eyes