Sunday, November 06, 2011

so your father told you once,
that you were his princess,
you won't see the castle,
you cannot find your prince,
now you've grown a lot,
your dresses 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,
and the scales beneath your skin
are showing off today
there's evil in your heart,
it wants out to play.

there's evil in your heart, it wants out to play.
and I have made a home here for me,
you'll burn it down with your own fantasy.

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