Looking at the figures passing by,
It's getting harder and harder not to cry.
None of them care,
All they do is stare.

The smile turns to a frown,
The princess has lost her crown.
There are no more dreams in gold,
All that's left is a burning cold.

Tears slide down a pale cheek,
Still waiting for sorrow and anger to meet.
Eyes dart between the figures passing by,
The broken heart begins to feel awry.

The anger finally breaks the mold.
To angst, the cold heart finds a hold.
All that's left now is an empty shell,
As the girl introduces herself to hell.