So your father told you once
that you were his princess,
you won't see the castle,
you cannot find your prince.
And now you've grown a lot
and your dress don't fit right,
your daddy's not a hero,
he stole your chariot.
So here you are in pieces
trying to prove to us it's real,
the softness of your smile
and the lies you want to feel.
The scales beneath your skin
are showing off today,
there's evil in your heart
and it wants out to play.
And I have made a home here,
for me,
you'll burn it down with your fantasy.
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