I am a new girl in this old town
Trying to figure out what life is
I am a princess with no gown
Living in a castle covered in grease
I have my whole heart with some broken dreams
Keeping my hopes always high
I have my eyes with a vibrant gleam
Shutting them off whenever I cry
I am a coward with a hand of a dauntless dame
Reaching for people in times of need
They call me
nonsense,
radical
and lame
What a harsh reality, indeed!
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
I am a new girl in this old town
Trying to figure out what life is
I am a princess with no gown
Living in a castle covered in grease
I have my whole heart with some broken dreams
Keeping my hopes always high
I have my eyes with a vibrant gleam
Shutting them off whenever I cry
I am a coward with a hand of a dauntless dame
Reaching for people in times of need
They call me
nonsense,
radical
and lame
What a harsh reality, indeed!
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