They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and

i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body

They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a

I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand

They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor

Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their

I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts