she was her own knight in
shining armour. no boy could
charm her , it was karma for
ruining her. she fought in the white
queen's court ; they sort her like a deck of cards. her heart is in shards
on the floor like a broken mirror

a tear rolling down her face , she just wants a taste of freedom from this
wonderland. she will stand against them , her demons , see them
crowd her , hold her down.

but she'll wear a crown and rise above them. they'll drown in their
worries.

her sword is sharp , the lord is furious. dearest girl is winning ,
he's done sinning , now it's time
he pays his price. it's time girl ,
roll the dice. slice into his skin
with that sharp sword , the lord
never saw it coming.

summoning the guards
won't save him now. it's time
they bow to the new queen.
for she is seen a hero. she didn't
need zeros saving her.

she wasn't a damsel in
distress. they tested her
and she passed , they
sassed her , and
harrassed her. but
she was her own
knight in shining
amour.