She lives in a fairy tale. Somewhere to far for us to find. Forgotten the taste and smell of the world that she's left behind. It's all about the exposure the lens. I told her the angles were all wrong now
she's ripping wings off of butterflies with her feet on the ground and her head in the clouds. Well go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole to bury the castle, bury the castle. So one day he found her crying coiled up on the dirty ground. Her prince finally came to save her and the rest you can figure out.
