I don’t want to feel trapped by you
Waiting to unlock the things I want to do.
Waiting, alone, as though you should come
To fill me up, take me home, all good deeds done
Pretty prince!
Oh save me!
Wont you?
Schoolgirl stories of sugar and spice
Silky shirts, lovely locks, oh must be so nice.
Pursed lips hiding behind rigid smiles.
The gloss across these lonely eyes is a frightened child calling
Pretty prince!
Oh save me!
Wont you?

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