No one must see what I keep inside,
and I'll dare to hide it with all that I can try.
But there's still no denying,
I couldn't keep on lying---
I'm a beast who's a princess in disguise.

An enchanted rose, I had none,
This is a curse I live to bear.
I face the mirrors, and see anguish and despair---
My eyes reflect my soul that keeps willing to dare.
Still I try to search for the face that they call fair.

Exhausted in my lonely tower,
Finding no prince on his stallion,
And yet I admit, not a sword nor a silver armour,
Could take the beast that I hold on.
Fairytales end with romantic kisses and enduring promises,
but all I ever needed was someone to fix my broken pieces.

But they couldn't withstand the monster, they only wanted the princess' grace and face.
Because they couldn't defeat the beast that came with my name. They all believed the princess was perfect,
but they were wrong about her.
No one could handle her at her worst,
And it hurt her the most.

I still wait for that one day,
For someone to love my soul and face,
That someone, without hesitation,
could say that they found the beauty within a beast,
That they could be my missing piece.
Still I ask, if this could ever even be.

For who could ever learn to love a beast?