I grew up dreaming of tiaras and ball gowns
I dreamt of a prince that will sweep me off my feet
Those dreams have been replaced by nightmares of people's frowns
Crying over a non-existent prince, I didn't meet

The me who was happy, the me who was grateful
She lies asleep, buried deep into my soul
She will never awoken, forever secured
I will protect her, with all I can, with the me who has matured

I know the world, of its cruelty and insjustice
I've given up hope, given up my pleas for justness
I will be strong, I will be tough, with my own devils my weapons
I will answer your call, my friend, whoever who beckons.