There were only so many times that you could make paper crowns before they grew old, and once you're around ten, sitting there with your brown construction paper (because that was all there was left by the time it was your turn) and you realize that no marker draws well on dark brown paper, you just sit there, pondering.
Ponderings are a strange thing, however. Spiraling, swirling, destined to be dark in the deepest corners of your mind. And when the light from your eyes fades a little bit as you look at your brown crown, the darkness creeps further in.
Ugly blobs. That's what the "jewels" on your crown were. Ugly blobs of nothingness. You shouldn't have drawn anything at all.
But as you grow older, you can look back at the memories of those ugly crowns, all cast aside, and think a few words softly: "Keep your head up, Princess, before your crown falls. Know these voices in your head will be your downfall. I know it gets so hard but you don't got far to go."
So cast aside these crowns, shredded trees tossed, and remember one day, you'll be a queen. "I know it hurts right now, but one day you'll make it home." So keep your head up.
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Keep Your Head Up Princess, Anson Seabra
Genre: Soft Pop
Potential Triggers: mentions drinking and bars
Favorite Lyric: "Yeah, keep your head up, princess, it's a long road. And the path leads right to where they won't go. I know it hurts right now but I know you'll make it home..."