You're not Sorry

I thought you're sorry, but you don't. You let me there, in the cold, freezing. In the cold of your heart. But you don't eve have one. You let me in a empty local. And I'm waiting for you to come. Why? I don't even know. But, a little bit longer, and my prince will come. My real prince, will come, and save me. From this hell that I'm living. And that's all your fall. What can I do? Nothing. Wait, maybe. But I'm tired of waiting for a prince. I will look for my place in the world alone. This way will be better.