Fairytales talk of happiness and romance.
It starts off with bright smiles and ends in one last dance.
There's no question of the love between the girl and her man.
The way he stares in her eyes, the way he grips on her hand.
Back when I was young, these things kept me on the look out.
I would find my prince in time, no question, no doubt.
Then I met a Prince Charming and got lost in his eyes.
I held on his every word, not hearing all the hidden lies.
It's hard to believe that he didn't care about my life.
He didn't care if I died by the blade of a knife.
Or if a beast came and stole me into the night.
Or if a wave came and put out my little light.
It cut me deep, the blood flowing from my skin.
My tears came flowing too, couldn't even hold them in.
I often screamed in my sleep, nightmares clawing at my back.
Other nights I crept back into a habit, an attack.
I hid the pain with fake laughs and faded smiles.
You wouldn't have guessed I was wishing I could change the dial.
It hurt for a while.
Task became a trial.
If I could run for a mile, it would never replace the pile of tissues by my bed.
Or the scary thoughts that always poppped into my head when I bled.
Tiny cuts turned into stiches, stitches turned into a room.
Light shining on my face as I slip into my doom.
My last breath escaping as I leave this broken world.
You never would've guessed I was a hellbent, broken girl.
No one heard my screams, but then again I only whispered.
The all nighters I cried, no one ever disturbed.
Goodbye friends, don't cry, for you are not the ones to blame.
You aren't the ones who took my heart and threw it in a flame.
Only one can take the blame, the knife, and the romance.
Only he could steal a dying girl's one last chance.
He's the one that should die, his blood for mine.
Then you can move on and live without me just fine.
Those tears sliding down your face, put them in your pocket.
Put those cries in a cage and grab a key to lock it.
It was my fault, I put my heart up on the fence.
No one ever told me that you couldn't trust a prince.
I payed for my mistakes, that's why I had to cry and die.
If this does anything, I hope it gives you wings to fly.
Soar above the world, no more nooses left for you to tie.
Love me always, goodbye.
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Songs for the Random
RomanceRandom songs I write when I'm bored or feel something strong.