Anastasia hides in the pocket of the caged rabbit
the tortoise seems to be winning again
I lose my senses
lipstick smears my day
and the girl asks the rabbit his name
Anastasia answers calmly , "its a secret."
The clock ticks in rhymes as I type out a good bye to a prince
The tears stream from black stained lens
And trust me it is not- non sense
Wire lens frame tells me its time
She prays silently on her drive
Its a cloudy day
I sleep with your picture frame
No one knows my name
An orphan she is
In this rabbit cage
I bet you know his name
But I sent the letter yesterday
I watch him pass me by
I'm losing still
Flawed and incredibly insane
But all the less
Its a cloudy day
And I sleep with your picture frame
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