blonde
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In first grade, I was the bright girl with almond eyes,My eyes quite brown, even amber in the sunrise,
My skin always tan, bronze from summers of swimming,And the endless hiking,
I'm sitting here looking pretty trapped in my tower waiting for you.
At least that's what you think, my sweet prince.
My long hair all golden and blonde awaiting your climb.
Next time you see me, I may look the same
The same short blonde hair framing a pale face
The same bright blue eyes behind the same lenses
But don’t be fooled
The patterns of life are so lost
Just fragments and reflections
20 bucks but no cost
Kneel down and say your confessions
Once again I find my self
quite {doesn't} mean(s) crazy
crazy {doesn't} mean(s) distance
distance {doesn't} mean(s) make believe
make believe {doesn't} mean(s) fake
fake {doesn't} mean(s) makeup
makeup {doesn't} mean(s) sexy
I'm locked away,
they say it's for my own good
the bars and locks on both
the windows and the door,
I have a perfect view,
a perfect view of where I can not go.
