Not a Disney Princess

It was raining like the end
The sky was full of dark
All the monsters were out
There were terrors about
doing their thing, making their mark

And then there was you
with a sword and a light like the sun
Then there was you
I suppose you think you’re the one

You think you’re just perfect
Well isn’t that nice?
You think you’re a gift
But I think there’s a price.

Don’t actually need you to save me
I’m not lonely just alone
Not some damsel in distress
some fainting thing in a pretty dress
I’m doing just fine on my own

You think you’re just perfect
Well isn’t that nice?
You think you’re a gift
But I think there’s a price.

So what if you’re funny
So what if you’ve got looks and brains to spare
So what if you’re amazing
So what, so what, so what, why should I care?

You think you’re just perfect
Well isn’t that nice?
You think you’re a gift
But I think there’s a price.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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1 Response to Not a Disney Princess

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Fuck Jones, that’s a song! That there is a song, slightly cruel and dark and going right to the core. I don’t know if you can sing. But right now, I’m hoping you can.

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