Scars on her legs, arms, and chest
They only meant that her life was a test
Everything that happened was just a practice
She was just warming up for the sentence.
One question, one answer. That’s all the judge needed
She hoped, dreamed, prayed, and pleaded
“God, put those horrible men behind bars.”
Then she looked in the mirror and thought about those scars
What did they mean and why were they there
Only questioning about herself, weak and scared
No one knows why, not even God
Only those horrible men, they were the cause
She wants a real life, not a test
She doesn’t want to practice being the best
The girls wants a prince to stop these crimes
And restart her story with Once Upon A Time.
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