We’re breathing underwater.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?”

“I think you don’t feel good, you’re tired, you’re scared, you feel alone, and there are a lot of unknowns right now.”

We’ve all been told when we were little
We could grow up and live a fairy tale,
But no one ever bothered telling us that
The storybook ending never started out well.
Why’s there always gotta be a hero?
What if Cinderella had to save herself?
It’s not like we don’t need a little help,
But maybe it’s a good thing to go through a little hell.
Now I’m laying in bed tonight
With my best friend sleeping on my couch.
She got kicked out of her house ’cause she finally came out,
And all the riches in the kingdom won’t fix that.

We’ll walk through fire and ice,
Come out the other side with diamonds in our eyes.

So princess, hold your head high!
Even if you have to cry;
Don’t let your crown fall,
Don’t let your crown fall.
Your script is in the making.
You can hold the aching, but
Don’t let your crown fall,
Don’t let your crown fall down.


We’ve been dreaming the good life
While we’re living the real life.
Supermodels lighten up the billboards,
And tellin’ her – live like she’s on the runway.
She doesn’t know she’s not the only one having a hard time.
Liven up, there’s something some day.
So keep your Chanel, but it’s not gonna be enough,
And even looking like Gisele won’t cover up the bruises.
So wear your scars proud, we’re screaming loud:
Stop the abusing!

So princess, hold your head high!
Even if you have to cry;
Don’t let your crown fall,
Don’t let your crown fall.
Your script is in the making.
You can hold the aching, but
Don’t let your crown fall,
Don’t let your crown fall down.

Little girls always grow older.
Your story is a long way from over.
We’re lost before we’re found –
We’re lost before we’re found.
Gotta be weak to get stronger.
Learn how to breathe under water;
This is our battleground,
This is our battleground.

All the houses are quiet, and the fences are white.
The status and the pictures that they post, sublime.
But we’re all going through it so why do we do it?
Why do we lie?

Why’s there always gotta be a hero?
What if Cinderella had to save herself?

“Princess” by Fletcher

💔,

Absurd times call for absurd amounts of love.

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