Do you want to know a secret,
About the princess we all praise
Aren't you curious as to why
She always hides her arms and legs
Our princess isn't as perfect as she seems
She hurts herself to fill a void
When no one else is looking
She digs her nails into her palm
Four bloody gouges
On each delicate hand
Hidden behind beautiful gloves
And on her slender arms
Are cuts made from a blade
Self-inflicted pain
Hidden behind silken sleeves
But remember you didn't hear from me
This is a secret of the monarchy
