My fairytale does not exist, and I feel so dead...
I use to live my life, without the need to have to...

She lives through all her cliche tragedies
With a smile burned onto her face...

Although you have your flaws
And imperfections, as do I...

I contemplate the past
For the days of way back when...

Never did she hide her life before
Or cry herself to sleep at night...

To gaze upon his beauty, for her is pure bliss
Why has she fallen so hard, for such a guy like...

Someone once asked me if I care about him truly
About not only him, but his life as well...

If i burn all your pictures
Will your memory die away...

She's not as strong as she leads on.
For she sets her walls on fire...

She's head over heels, so cliche, like a movie.
Butterflies in her stomach, whenever he is seen...

This life so insignificant; every action without...
A dominant cold heart, with cruelties so intense...

Every time I think about you, my heart begins to...
The hurt you placed upon my life, put everything...