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 u never know me, my Elizabeth, and if they do me, they will see that u know me as the lewd, traitorous whore your father created and destroyed. Still I urge u to love 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 u were a snake I guess this proves i knew u well I had a dream when i was falling down Until i landed under u
Go to hell and leave me with The keys to your car Delia will drive me through the rain
And it's just like u to pick the perfect time When i'm already down and there
If u 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 u see this hart-, hart behind my tired eyes If u 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 u can trust this hart-, hart behing my tired eyes