This was to certainly prove that people change.
I came there in delight, in truth, and in the nicest persona.
Never fake anything in me.
I am always true.
They really like me then, but doubt me now.
It was the Queen, it was never the princess.
To what was the tree, must the fruit be.
Not all fairytales continue in happy days.
Sometimes, you might question yourself:
Are you a princess, are you important?
Don't you deserve to be proud of?
Don't you deserve some respect?
By which in your everyday life all you do is to be true and humble.
Work for others' sake, love with all your heart.
When you were crying, are you comforted?
Where were you and who's with you when you are down?
Is there a time when in the world he said he love you the most?
Is there a time when the Queen hugged you sincerely?
But never have you lose hope, and continues to be who you are.
For in fairytales, there will always be a paradise.
You cry alone, you heal yourself alone.
And sighs in deep agony.
