missvon

don't mind how far the words you speak
may travel from your lips,
for when you try to grab tight hold of me
you're lessening your grip.

and you may dress up like a princess
with that crown upon your head,
but do enlighten me, queen fuck up-
what will they say when you're dead

while standing over your cadaver?
"this girl never helped a soul.
and the infectious mouth upon her face
possessed but one sad goal;

that was to fill herself, so selfishishly,
to forget her empty heart.
for when you're only half a girl, destruction
then becomes an art."

miss holy princess, do take off that crown.
it's no secret that you're weak.
i see that when you stand, you can't stand tall-
your personality's too meek.

and your kingdom knows your timid words
are nothing but a lie
used to convince yourself you're better than
the drama you supply.