She was only sixteen.
A prince entered her story.
Dreaming all her life of being treated like a queen.
Never thinking she wouldn't reach her glory.
He was the one, the prince that could make her dreams come true.
It was more than a fling, it was destiny.
So why is she left alone looking so blue?
Is it true that wasn't his identity?
Lying, cheating, scheming his way to her heart.
He stole her last hope of freedom.
He wore her down and picked her apart.
Slipping through her fingers, she loses her kingdom.
He's gone.
She broken.
Another bottle emptied as it breaks dawn.
Maybe this was all to get her back home where she belongs.