so your father told you once that you were his princess. you won’t see the castle, you cannot find your prince. now you’ve grown a lot and your dresses don’t fit right. 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; the scales beneath your skin are showing off today. there’s evil in your heart and it wants out to play.

and i have made a home here, for me, you’ll burn it down with your fantasy.