She lost her grip Heard a voice so familiar, she tripped Over the 1000 promises that lay on the floor 1000 and 1…there’s hardly room for more And everyone seems to know better Everyone seems to understand so much…but forget her Misplace the fact that she’s well aware She knows every line, can count every hair She’s a master at the game And losing, no matter how many times done, is always the same What if for once…she’s done with the romance The kindness What if for once…she just doesn’t want to dance And would prefer to just sink into the darkness that his her room Be that one rare flower that through adversity did bloom The rare blossom that had no need for love…no need for sun A trend in the making…a grand story is to come From this porcelain masked mess The infamous damsel in distress A princess who traded in her dress And gave no more attention to love, but sought something less Something less likely to promise something more For she had already 1000 on the floor