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

And now you've grown a lot and your dresses don't fit right, your 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...

The scales beneath your skin are showing off today.
There's evil in your heart, and it wants out to play! Paramore