There once was a tale
a gloomy one indeed...

Emotions that have no touch;
An emptiness now consumes her...

In the land of make believe
the sun would always shine...

Ice cold eyes and diamond tears
looking back on broken dreams...

Roses wither, dry and crumble.
Love cannot be captured with death...

Woven in her blankets; they will protect her from...
she tries to fall asleep so she can sleep away her...