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'Bye Princess' was the original name.
Dressed up in your torn satin gown and on the floor is your broken crown.
Your no princess, your not fit to be a queen.
Don't let the tears spill over yet, you look like a mess already.
Wait for quiet, wait for peace,
We don't want your make-up a mess.
A mixture of emotion, pick up the pieces your leaving behind.
Throw a veil over your face, your ready to be wed.
Pretty little tears cascade down you face.
You just want to go home, be the hometown hero, forget all of the tears you shed.
Pack up your suitcase,
Crowd it with your memories, torn and battered.
All you want is for this to end.
But then there was the call, for you to stay, when you just want to leave.
Trapped in a town,
Camera in hand,
Your ripped lace veil, ready for the showdown.
Because for once, it's time for someone to take a stand.
Against the bullies,
Against the parents,
Against the teachers,
Against the world.
We are all creatures,
In this messed up, war ridden world,
We need a hero, a savior.
Guardian, rescuer, protecter.
But who would put up with out misbehavior?
For all the things we've done, the people we've seen.
Faces in a crowd that stood out, the different ones.
Princess be the hero?
That face in the crowd.
Soar to new height, act on impulse.
Impale the clouds,
Feel our pulses,
Our beating hearts
Be the savior,
That starts the war with a head start, and keep the arts.
-I've been trying to finish this one for awhile. Hear you go, something not depressing for once. Well it's not happy but it's not horribly depressing.-