So your father told you once,
that you were his princess.
But you won’t see the castle,
you cannot find your prince.

Now you’ve grown a lot
and your dresses don’t fit right.
Daddy’s not a hero
he stole your chariot.

So here you are in pieces,
trying to prove to us it’s real.
The softness of your smile
and the lies you want to feel.

And the scales beneath your skin
are showing off today.
There’s evil in your heart
and it wants out to play.
There’s evil in your heart
and it wants out to play.
There’s evil in your heart.

And I have made a home here, for me.
Don’t burn it down with your fantasies.
And I have made a home here, for me.
Don’t burn it down with your fantasies.