The princess imposter

Her love is fake 

Her face is plastic

Every truth is stretched out

Like elastic

 

She is out of control

As it has to be

She would tear herself apart

If she could see

 

If she doesn't know 

What she's done to us

Maybe she can learn

To be worthy of trust

 

Her blind eyes 

They don't see any one else

They don't see our pain

They only see herself

 

She doesn't understand 

How reckless she is

All of the destruction

She leaves in the mist

 

All she wants 

Is you to know of her beauty

She doesn't want to see the side of her

That isn't a cutie

 

When she looks in the mirror 

She doesn't see a monster 

She sees a princess

But that is an imposter

 

Hell will come

When she can't lie anymore

When she can see what she's been

... unspeakable horrors

 

Don't be the princess

 

don't be the mob

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