She will not be forgotten,
So she'll beat me to death...

She's strong on the surface,
But what's underneath the composure...

This girl has a beautiful face and figure,
Pretty smile, pretty eyes...

Teardrops from the darkened sky,
Glide down the window pane...

A Sad Princess Tale
Another story here I tell...

There's this boy who keeps me up all night,
Thoughts of him racing through my mind...

Movement in the dark,
Whispers In the night...

Staring out the window, no direct thoughts,
Just thinking of what used to be...

She sits on an old tire swing,
Thinking of the memories she's lost...

One explanation
For my beating heart...

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Why do you tell such lies...

She was a shy girl,
Who's never spoken...