Fairytales are pointless
when the grass is never green...

A desperation to be a wallflower, no need for...
melting into the background, unnoticeable herself...

Little lines drawn in the damp, beach sand
how quickly she jumped across them...

Weeping willow,
why do you cry...

Flitting through a forest, a little light shines
playing hide and seek with faires, smiles lighting...

She walks on egg shells, ivory in nature
they gouge her feet, crimson tears falling...

In the beginning, black and terror reigned
the angels never danced nor did they sing...

Crimson lips, pale white skin, made of blood...
She holds eternity in her slender, courageous...

The broken, charred little clock in the corner
Screaming tick tock, remind her of wasted moments...

It's too easy to cry
when you're laughing in the rain...

These little tremors shaking through her
Are causing earthquakes in her heart...

Taught and tight
this silver string sits...