The witch had my hands and ankles tied together,
dragging me across the cold wet cave floor...

I met you and it felt just like the fairytale...
too bad you turned out to be less than worthy...

Fairytales are meant to hold comfort,
the moral of good triumphing over evil...

We dance beneath a full moon,
singing to Arianrhod with joyful tones...

The autumn leaves whipping around in the chilly...
fall always brings the cold weather with some...

Can you hear the walls whispering to you,
Or is that just for the desperate people...

I held this secret in for two years,
trying to hide it from you for so long...

You're so much more than she let you believe,
you're the man that girls dream about meeting...

If I could hide behind my memories,
and get lost in those old photgraphs...

Would you listen to me if I sang it out for you,
with tear filled eyes and murderous high pitches...

She's covering the walls in blood with her...
inking up pages of poetry with drops of blood from...

Shockingly enough I can't think of a title for...
Darling when you and I first met so long ago...