The Untitled (Or, Immzie Doesn't know what this is)

I don't want to be the princess
The perfect, dressed up little girl.
I don't want to sit and be pristine
pretending to be something I'm not.

I want to fight dragons
And run headlong into other peoples wars
I want to chant my battle cry
and have my names whispered in legends.

I don't want to be rescued
by someone thinking me weak
I don't want to be locked up
by someone else thinking they're right

I want to rescue myself
and save the prince who came to find me
And I want to be free
To find out what is right for myself.

The End

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