Luna killed family

I remember that bitch with the narrow knitted stitch
Golden thread an X above her eye

She told us this
And showed us that
And she taught us the difference from fiction and fact

Katherine was taken by Luna's glory while I stood down


If only the bitch would remove herself
Somehow someway
She always found a way

And every single day I was still paying

She was here
I was there
And somehow she pretended to care

The royal queen bitch told me my place
But only she was wrong
Her deception reeked like gasoline

She knew the DuMont sisters were supposed to stand there

I always wondered how she found me time and time again

I tried to leave the pact

I'd rather have been a stray then to listen to her orders

She finds me every time
I'm continuously picking up her left overs and following in her steps

When will this bitch just die?