A crown can rust
Broken down by tear stains and blood dried on its sharp edges
Gold and silver can weigh down the heart, but failure cuts like a blade
It bites into skin at the dead of night
And carves ugly pictures that will never see the light of day
Because a prince can grow scared of his princess pedestal
Born into a world that doesn't care about the children crying themselves to sleep
So that prince's eyes lose their light
And they give up their mind to the dark
Because swords can only do so much
When you're waging war against yourself
While the world turns against them
Their swords turn inwards
Because even a crown rusts
Broken down by tear stains and blood dried on its sharp edges
