Sunday, December 13, 2009


She's lived in a fairy tale,
somewhere too far for you to find.
Forgotten the taste and smell
of a world she's left behind.
She's ripping wings off of butterflies.

And one day he'd found her crying,
coiled up on the dirty ground.
Her prince finally came to save her!
...and the rest you can figure out.
But it was a trick,
and the clock struck twelve...

Make sure to build your house brick by boring brick,
or the wolf's going to blow it down!

You see, she built up a world of magic,
because her real life was tragic.

But it's not real,
and I won't believe it.

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