She falls to her knees in the candle-lit dungeon,
The blood trickles from the corners of her mouth...

I convince you to go,
I say it'll be fun...

From the age of fove we've been best friends,
never hard a secret or said a harsh word...

Your hand over my mouth,
You watch me struggle...

I stand there naked infront of my mirror,
Looking at my beautiful figure...

She shuts the door, puts the car in gear
Shes on her way home, there nothing to fear...

Hush now, wipe your eyes
and ill sing to you a laullaby...

As tumultuous clouds fill the sky with grey
She realises the storm is on its way...

You always said youd tell the truth
That you would never fib or lie...

Theres a type of girl who is not me
Who I told myself I would never be...

Once upon a time
In a faraway land...

*I hope some of you understand this poem-It's a...
Shes old...