Toxic Queen Chronicles

Yeah

Check the mirror

You love the spotlight but your soul is hollow

Only chasing shadows that you want to follow

Feeding on the drama that you make yourself

Leaving broken hearts upon your trophy shelf (unbelievable)

A cold obsession with your own design Crossing boundaries,

always stepping out of line Selling out your friends just to make

a scene

Caught up in the image on your phone screen (ha,

pathetic)

Looking at

yourself, yeah you love the view But nobody's left to stand next

to you

Lost in your own game,

trapped inside the frame

And you only have your own greed to blame (yeah)

You trade your loyalty for temporary praise Living in a shallow,

self-centered daze

But the applause fades and the room goes cold Just another tragic

story left untold

No more games (no more)

Just the echo of your vanity