Pretty Little Princess

Pretty little princess with her skin stretched so thin,
Over a face that withers within and colours that fade
in the endless downpour of coloured rain.
You walk and you stumble and you bow for your audience,
You make your way across the parking lot and to your carriage
but does it wait for you or have you missed your last chance?
They throw a rose at you and you catch it,
bowing to the roaring crowd.

Encore will you miss, will you hope sincerely I

Your pale skin is tainted with a red mark,
Did you put the red mark there my pretty little princess or did one
forget the magic word.

Encore will you miss or miss you will encore

Your show is over,
The curtains draw across a battered cast and crew,
But your still there aren’t you my little pretty princess.
Waiting, waiting and then leaving.
You call into the deafening silence and the emptiness replies,
You leave, you return, you leave and then you return.

It’s over now my pretty little princess,
But your encore has yet to begin.