I was Princess Emmika of London, England. I had long blonde hair, pale skin, and blue irises. I was royalty. I was looked up to. I could do no wrong. I had everything most girls wanted. It seemed I had everything.... and i hated it. Because the truth was, i just wanted what most people had. i wanted to be immature and hang out with punks and get into trouble. But what you get is, sadly, what you get, and there was no way of changing this. 'Well, there is one way.' i thought as i dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a band shirt i had bought and hid with several dresses. doing a spin in front of the mirror, i smiled. 'So much more comfortable than those stupid dresses.' i said internally. i loved my outfit. i grabbed my earbuds and mp3 player. I had what seemed to me like millions of songs, and the first to come on was Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites by SKRILLEX. I turned toward the mirror, sat down, and did my makeup. by the time i was done, i looked like a scene girl. The complete opposite of a princess. I smiled. i went to the window, grabbed onto the banister, and climbed down. By the time my feet touched the ground, i felt like i could scream out in joy. Though I felt this way, i didn't dare open my mouth until i was around five blocks away. Before i knew it, ended up being at the park. i sat on the bench and sang along to the new song that came on.
"I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settles around us
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
