I don't want to feel trapped by you Waiting to unlock the things I want to do. Waiting, alone, as though you should come To fill me up, take me home, all good deeds done Pretty prince! Oh save me! Wont you? Schoolgirl stories of sugar and spice Silky shirts, lovely locks, oh must be so nice. Pursed lips hiding behind rigid smiles. The gloss across these lonely eyes is a frightened child calling Pretty prince! Oh save me! Wont you?