Rare/Old Paramore photos

(INTRO)
So your father told toi once,
That toi were his princess,
You won't see the castle,
You cannot find your prince,
And now you've grown a lot,
And your dresses don't fit right,
Your daddy's not a hero ,
He a volé, étole your chariot.

So here toi are in pieces,
Trying to prove to us it's real,
The softness of your smile,
And the lies toi want to feel,
The scales beneath your skin,
Are montrer off today,
There's evil in your heart,
And it wants out to play.

There's evil in your heart,
And it wants out to play,
There's evil in your heart.

And I've made a accueil here, for me,
You'll burn it down, with your fantasy.

And...