Twisted Bo Peep hated her sheep
and wished for them to die...

Madness and despair
fall from such ancient eyes...

Two hearts hand in hand
lost their way...

Tyrannosaurus Tyrant
is what he should be called...

Ink stained hands
showcasing my pain...

Crystal tears from her eyes.
Can't forget, though she tries...

Joyous slumber,
cover my head...

I sit among the chaos, silent and serene.
Lost within myself, living in a dream...

Enchanting
she wears her modesty...

You can hear him scowl a mile away
Mumbling to himself in the darkest glade...

Broken down,
I've been defeated...

I chased your heartache
and captured your fears...