Fairy Tales III
(Finnick and Annie)
You think you're strong, darling? You think you're free?
Well you're W-R-O-N-G.
You're just a pretty little princess.
A {b/r/o/k/e/n} little princess.
Who's locked herself away and lost the key.
And don't count on a hero.
Because boys don't like b/r/o/k/e/n things.
But you're strong (alone) you tell yourself. You're free (insane).
And heroes are overrated, anyway.
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You're lost, darling. You're alone.
But who needs to be found when you're a victor?
Who needs to be understood when you're a hero?
But you're a hero without a cause, a key without a lock.
And princesses want princes. Pure, empty princes on sparkling white horses. Not a tired, tainted, bitter knight.
But you're a victor, a hero. A knight in {rusted} armor.
Who needs a princess?
(But maybe love deserves a chance.)
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Truth is she wouldn't mind a rusted knight.
Because only someone bitter could catch her when she falls.
Only someone tainted can keep her sane.
(Can we call it love?)
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Truth be told, he wouldn't mind someone b/r/o/k/e/n.
Because he's s*h*a*t*t*e*r*e*d beyond repair.
And maybe someone b/r/o/k/e/n won't be afraid of being cut on the pieces.
(Dare we call it love?)
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Lock and key.
Princess and hero.
And maybe (just maybe)
They'll get their fairy tale after all.
(Yes.)