Fashionably Modest

She's a formal princess

From the moment she wakes up to rinse her face

All the way to when she lays to sleep in space

She creeps through life

Energy she uses exclusively to keep all of these people in their place

If only she would understand her

If she understood, how good, or am

Or maybe, find the root of the problem

With a plan, is it plausible ?

Can't be the princess, carries the pride of a deity

Sexy little goddess, fashionably modest

Obviously falsified, honestly doubtless, lotus

Of course I've noticed the imaginary roses made it impossible not to focus

Hopeless, I'll never get my point across that bay

Hopeless, tried and denied at least once a day

I dont need your advice

What I need is some shade to keep the sunlight out of my eyes