Under the sheets of emotional armor, A shy little girl masquerades as a martyr. She’s the Queen of Deceit with her lies getting smarter, While every tale told draws her self even farther From finding out why she’s emotionally bothered By all of the men in her life: like her father Who only was trying the best for his daughter And striving to be something more than a pauper But coming up short. Who knows how much harder He’d try if she wasn’t an argument starter? The guilt and the shame from the family slaughter Has made her insane and continues to bar her From finding out just what the world has to offer.
Luckily she won’t have to be here much longer; In fairy-tale land, there's nothing can harm her.
She suddenly finds herself all alone With nobody’s thoughts to address but her own. This is the time when she’d pick up the phone, Demanding a savior to hear her bemoan About all the problems that she’s ever known, But what she doesn’t know is a friend can’t atone For the lack of a man with his patience to loan To a lost little girl whose bad temper is known. All she needs is a strong one that doesn’t condone All the treacherous lies and the hatred she’s shown. It’s hard to deny all the reaping she’s sewn. She’ll have to tread soft lest her cover is blown And everyone finds out she still hasn’t grown Through the hundreds of tempers and tantrums she’s thrown. Hopefully soon she can bury the bone And calm herself into a nostalgic zone Where smiles and candles were filling her home And love and affection were all that was loaned.
Enlightenment comes when you realize you’re prone To the wrath of the heartache that comes with the throne.