There is a standard set up for me
Everyone says “that’s what you should be”
But I don’t want to be perfect
Fake, pretend – it isn’t worth it
I want to be free, to make my own pretends
We’re all who we are, who we are in the end
So I think I will pass
On “pretend you’re like me”
And be who I am, and what will others see?
A girl who is sure who she is in her heart
Not a “princess” who every morning will start
With a question, unanswerable, yet forever asked:
“Mirror, Mirror, in my hand
“Who is the fairest in the land?”