That song she listens to repeatedly
Those dreary nightmares of hers...

White horse
High tower...

"Please don't let go"
Like riding a bicycle...

Take a walk
Play with me...

Empty heart
Broken tear...

Muddled she begins a journey
One that is impossible to complete...

You think she's always lied
Believing what that guy says...

The Queen wanted to be the perfect
She wished Snow White to be in the dark...

You can peep through my window
And watch the funny freak show...

Flying, soaring from the cloud
White and puffy, comfortable...

Young; I miss those days
Before you could be...

Used to be our little "us"
Playing our childish games...