You called me princess, expecting a fairytale, when in truth it was all a lie and I had no heart to share my life with. You were wanting things that couldn't be, like changing my purity to vanity. Even the town we were in couldn't stand to see your face or hear your voice, so maybe that's a sign that you are a worthless little boy trying to grow up too fast.
He called me Daisy, looked into my eyes. He said, "I know you're no princess, but I'm no prince, however I do want to be a part of your life." There's just something about him, maybe his honesty, that drew me into his arms and now, I don't want to leave.
Princess and Daisy, I've been both of those. Both sides of the spectrum of the heart, yet I failed on both. Was it really my fault, like they both said? Either way, I've given up and could care less. Wearing my very best, I'll run into the darkest place I can find. Maybe when I'm not around, people will start to love me. I doubt it though.
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