Its time for this girl to start acting again.
Its time to tell a story, to all of her friends.
Its time to play princess, trapped in a tower.
She wont show her feelings, when you're around her.
Its time to play dress-up, for she found her mask.
She's going to act, except when you ask.
This girl will not lie, not to her friends.
She's just simply acting, again and again.
From day to day, from year to year.
She'll appear happy, not shedding a tear.
Now think as you think, and say as you say...
But fairytales don't tell feelings, do they?
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