She’s made it through another day
With a smile on her face
Such a delicate princess in my eyes
With a burden of pure disgrace
She doesn’t deserve the guilty eyes
Or the shaking hands of shame
Trying to hold her with a blameless conscious
That can be so easily entertained
Don’t hurt my delicate princess
She has cried monsoons over your deceit
Distracting her with convenient excuses
And promises he’ll never keep
She’s not so delicate anymore
Apparently she has changed
Unlike the messy soul seen through her eyes
That will never be arranged
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