Once upon a time
In a land close to here
There lived the most beautiful princess in all the land
She ruled the kingdom with a crystal tiara
On top of her head

It was the day that her tiara shattered
That she lost all hope to go on
She took the broken pieces
And tore away and her beautiful, pale skin
Staining herself with crimson

No matter how hard she tried
She couldn't fix her ruined crown
She couldn't put the pieces or her shattered kingdom
Back in place

Once upon a time
There was a prince
Who was the most mighty and the most kind
Prince in all the land

He heard of the princess' troubles
And rode in
On his metaphorical white horse
And carefully picked up the pieces
Of her shattered crown
and broken kingdom

He put them back together
In the most careful manner
And placed the crown back upon her head
Saving her from what she had done

But no matter how carefully the prince placed the tiara
It always hung
Just a little bit crooked

I just wanted
A small scratch
Not
This huge ****

How can I possibly help
When I'm the one so lost?
How can I give advice
When I don't know what I'm doing?

But I give the help
That I wish I had,
I give the advice
That I truly need,

But do I listen to myself?
No--
These words need to come
From another's lips

Before I can hear it
Another must speak
These words of encouragement
That I say so often,

But when I look around
There is no one there,
No one to help me when I fall,
I am alone.

Every time I see you
With another girl
Even just sitting
Or standing next to one
I get this huge rush
Of jealousy
Because you're still mine
Even though you aren't *mine