Lives in Manchester

x3..So your father told you once
That you were his princess.
You wont see the castle
You cannot find your prince.
And now youve grown alot.
And your dresses dont fit right.
Your daddys not a hero.
He stole your chariot.
So here you are in pieces
Trying to prove to us its real.
The softness of your smile
And the lies you want to feel.
The scales beneath your skin
Are showing of today.
Theres evil in your heart
And it wants out to play.
And Ive made a home here for me.
Youll burn it down with your fantasy...x3