A few words about the broken lonely angel.

Boys are handsome and strong but always the first to tell me i am wrong .Boys, they tell me I am wierd and I won’t let it go. Now Iam I am lying on the floor again cracked door i always wanna let you in even after all of the shit i am resilient .cause a Princess doesn’t cry ,A princess doesn’t cry .Over monsters in the night don’t waste our precious time on boys with pretty eyes . A Princess doesn’t cry burnig. Like a i just feel it from inside who will wipe my teary eyes.

Girls are pretty and poisoned

and soft to the touch but God

made rough.God ,so heavy the

crown they carry it all but it’s

weiging me down .now i am

fine i am lying on the floor

again cracked door i always

wanna let you in once and you

just come and then …..cause a

Princess doesn’t cry Don’t

waste your precious time on

boys with pretty eyes .I am fine

i dont waste my time and keep

it in a jar for the next one.I am

fine i am lying on the floor

again . Cause a Princess don’t cry.

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