Gentle Convictions

I kept on burning without a fire
It’s not your fault 
You couldn’t sense any smoke
You are a princess of a castle
I am a doomed phantom of a dark alley 
You’ve all cozy luxuries for your comfort 
My only comfort is my own distort
It will be my destiny 
If I see you again
And it is too much for me
To think of us in the same den
You are a princess
You’ve to be with a charming prince
I’m an outcaste peasant
And I’ve my own misery to drink.

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