So your father told you once, that you were his princess. But you don’t see a castle, and you cannot find your prince. And now you’ve grown a lot, and dresses don’t fit right. Your daddy’s not a hero; he stole your chariot.

So here you are in pieces, trying to prove to us it’s real. The softness of your smile, and the lies you want to feel. But the scales beneath your skin are showing off today. There’s evil in your heart, and it wants out to play.

I have made a home here for me, 

don’t burn it down with your fantasies.