Getting Sleepy

I sit and wonder if i can be a mother

Though in relationships your supposed to trust each other

How can i if the man i love could've judged

One Kiss woke me from this abyss

But was it really his

I just don't understand this royalty biz

They call me Princess Snow though what they don't know

Is that i am ready to blow

So many questions go unanswered

I wish i had the answer

But instead they expect me to just be a ballroom dancer

I knew of some people quite small and simple

They would rarely compliment my dimples 

Maybe i wasn't being sensible

But the pain i feel is more residual

I've tried and tried but it just isn't cleansable  

Well now i'm getting sleepy

Hopefully i don't go to sleep weeping, while the darkness is creeping