Ivory Tower

I’m afraid that I’m not afraid that I’m still that girl, waiting for someone to save her, waiting perfectly still in my tower. Even if someone doesn’t come, someone will still be in my dreams singing me to sleep. If I sleep long enough, someone can keep on saving me.

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