We're only liars, but we're the best

You only hold me up like this
Cause you don't know who I really am

We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But we never stood a chance

Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames

A frog in love would not be enchanted to learn that her beloved had turned into Prince Charming.

And in their fairy tales
The warty giant and witch
Get sealed in doorless jails
And the match-girl strikes it rich.

So to all dancers out there choosing their path, you must ask yourself.
Will you, too, put on the red shoes, and dance forever?

He was gone, there was no doubt about it. Even magic could not help hom now. Some things are beyond fixing.