Hey, Back up pretty lady! This isn’t your turf.
You thought you could talk here? Run your mouth here? Say
the things that are on your mind here?
Well, you must be crazy.
In this town, nobody talks but the big boss. Not even you. You
think just because you’ve got those pretty big green and blue eyes that people
will listen to you? Not here. No way. You may think this is the land of the
free, but there isn’t a pocket deep enough to buy you the kind of freedom
you’re searching for. That golden hair won’t take you far, not as far as a
golden coin, my pretty.
You may think stars shine, but the illusion will one day
burst that pretty little head of yours. No star actually shines… So, baby, be
careful when you reach for them. They may glitter in the dark sky, but that
glitter is in fact a flame that burns so dangerously it will set you ablaze if
touched.
Shut those wide eyes and set your dreams aside. This is the
land where freedom is granted unto those who keep their mouths shut.
You may be a princess in your world, but this here isn’t the
land of fairytales. This is the land where a pretty girl like you should find a
pretty red dress to match the pretty red tape that is tightly fastened to your
face.
In this kingdom, a pretty girl like you doesn’t stand a
fighting chance. But let’s go on pretending.
(ART by CLIO LUNIA)
(ART by CLIO LUNIA)
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