There's a princess that lives on a hill
Tormented by what's she's told to feel
She does what she must
While herself, it gathers dust
This perfect little mask has cemented itself
While she has lost any reminiscence of herself
She dances and she dreams
While in solitude, she screams
Why can nobody see
That she isn't who she wants to be
She stairs out her tower
Everyone thinking she's looking at the flowers
When she's admiring the ground
Fantasizing of the fall and how she would be found
Would the king sob, would he care
And the Queen, would she even be there
She is doubtful
And the thought of it seems sinful
It's her solitude secret
One she doubts she will regret
This princess you see as happy
She's not
She's on the brink of destruction
And you only know a fraction
She's falling down the rabbit hole
And you don't hear her call
Inspired by a poem by golden-owl
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