He Stole Her Dream

She gave up all of her beautiful dreams And couldn't hesitate to quit all games She gave faster run for all kinds of fun And ended up having it until noon She wanted to be a respected Queen But that silly dude gave her handsome twin She struggled years alone trying to feed Standard eight really missed fluent read A tennis went right straight out of her field And then she merely thought of all pure gold She got deeply stressed and severe headache That she never stand a second to fake Then Suicide was a current mission But pity curled rope had no real tension