It's all a game
A fantasy of make believe
And the Princess lays a wasted old woman
Because she thought it was reality
Her life is gone
Her dreams escaped
She cries as she sees her wrinkled haggard face
He stole her youth and prosperity.

Sometimes you think people are different
The words they speak are exotic and new
The desire to be loved is a fixation
And you'll be abused by those who need to be wanted
People only want you when they need you
When they need someone to be there
When they need you to tell them that you still care...

I'm sick of this disease
All it ever does is **** the brain and haunt your heart.
And I wont be a victim anymore
I refuse to be a convenience and nothing more.

She believed every word that her Prince ever spoke
And now she lays a wasted old woman
Dying,
All alone.