sitting here all alone
numb to what shes become
a little girl who never thinks
her prince will come
she just awaits another fall
you see shes not much a princess at all
just a girl playing in a dress
and once again made a mess
people talk as if they know
she will never understand
why isn’t she beautiful
why is her prince not at hand
but bottled up with questions
she knows will never cease
for she thinks its over
her heart is put up for lease
yet maybe one day soon
her prince shall arrive
and captivate her heart
at least it had survived