Princess
I choked on the silver spoon that they shoved down my throat
I've lost track of the times I've tried to drown myself in the moat
Born to secrecy, my lips are sewn shut
With a thread made of lies, crime and pixie dust
I dream of the day that I become sleeping beauty
I've tried everything to get there - I curse the gods for their cruelty
Being royal was supposed to mean privilege and fun
But all you get are expensive stones glued onto your gun
Maybe one day I'll let the fame get to my head
The same day my mouth is filled with exotic lead
I had a Prince Charming, but now he's just bones
Buried under the ground as I sit in his throne
I blow faux kisses over my shoulder to the cheering crowd
As I wonder if I've gone deaf from all of the loud
One day I'll make it to the land of unknown
But for now I'll have to enjoy my life on the throne
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