Pluck one, pluck two
It’s all you do
For one day you believe that
He’ll come for you.
A prince is the answer.
That’s what they all say
Yet the princess triumphs
At the end of the day
Maybe it’s false
Maybe it’s true
But the real truth is
He’ll never love you
Because love is flawed
It’s useless too
As useless as God
And yet you
Think all your problems will be solved
When actually
All your problems will forever
Be flawed
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