I am alone; so alone
I sit in my bedchamber
looking out upon the "starry night".
Becoming the princess of the hunt took a way
my privacy.
It shattered all my dreams
like a broken wine glass.
I am tired of being alone.
I cry some nights to sleep,
it seems I cry all the time.
I may be centuries old,
but in many ways I'm still
that sixteen-year-old girl
Taken away from the people that loved her.
To a life of loneliness, of pain, of
immortally
too never age I'm still sixteen.
I'm so alone....
