[MS. NIKKI]
I started writing music
When I was old enough to speak
I’d bang on pots and pans and just jam out

Couldn't refuse it
I'd catch the rhythm in the beat
I’d act like I was Janis or Janet

Playing pretend was escape from guys my mama would date
When I was eight I made a pact
To get out of this city and never look back

I'd say
"Mama, once there was a princess
Stuck in a tower, left with the power of words in her mind
No prince necessary
She finds them kinda scary
Just give her the key; guarantee she'll be fine”

My stories were shelter, I'd hide from the pain and the stormy weather...
I'd never let a story end
I'd always say "wait...it gets better"

I got a little older
Kept my pact and moved out to New York
I thought that Broadway would applaud me
I never was a coaster
I'd pass around my drafts from door to door
I thought that my stories would bring me glory
But the feedback I got
Was that I was not the kind of person who would get produced

They wanted me quit but I refused
Cause I thought

Once I was a princess
Stuck in a tower, left with the power of words in my mind
But I have dreams so massive
I can't start being passive
If they don't understand me it's totally fine

I wish I could say I believed it that day
Sometimes doubt can fester...

Days start getting longer when you
Start questioning why you're livin' em
"You can't write a song or even smile
Maybe your stories are boring and you're in over your head
Remember what they said, Nikki...
Lay in the bed you made...
And go back home...
And get a job...
And stay alone...
And help your Mother...
And let it go...
How could I know?"
Once there was a princess stuck in a tower
Left with the power of words in her mind
She gave tension and now she's left with questions
So she teaches lessons and tries to be kind...

If she's what you need
Don't let her leave
You go and get her
And when you think of giving up
Promise you'll wait
It gets better