I traded my tiara for a graduation cap
and walked alone down the aisle.
I left my Barbie dolls for diet pills and Prozac
the day I almost died.

My street where my home sits,
my abandoned kingdom,
has been invaded by drugs, and all the fairy lights
are flashing red and blue.

The day I left, I packed my innocence,
and the hindsight grew gray and black.
Once I had the strength to leave,
I knew there was no going back.