Prince Charming
I wanted a Prince Charming
since age thirteen
A Tuxedo Mask
with a black cloak and a red, red rose
since age thirteen
A Tuxedo Mask
with a black cloak and a red, red rose
I chased after the ideal and perfection
I thought that was what I wanted
I chased after the phantom of an illusion
being pricked by its thorns
It was all on me because I could not see
Then you appeared with the smile of a jester
when I was licking my wounds in tears
A baritone voice like a beast
soothing me with warmth like a blanket
I thought you were the prince to save me from my nightmare
But when I came closer
You just disappeared
Overwhelmed and lost, I have no time for tears
I have to stand up to be my own knight to walk through the fire
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