All of these people are different as well as the story. Play song and enjoy.
You walk in a forest where everything is dead.
There is a flower path.
You heard of it in a book you read.
It was made from a killer's wrath.
You see my mirror shards.
No one makes it out of here.
You are playing cards.
As you have shed a tear.
I get out of my mirror dress in black lace.
My life was not a good one.
It isn't a beautiful place.
My life was done.
I see you and I am filled with hate.
All these years I kill.
I take out my knife and follow the girl at a fast rate.
I mean who else will?
My name is pretty obvious for now.
I have nothing to say.
I'm surprised you aren't asking how.
Well I will tell you anyway.
I was a servant.
I was tortured.
All my life I was observant.
Because I was never nurtured.
There is blood on my dress.
My boots follow her.
Life is a mess.
As I am a killer.
You see me and run.
I fall to my knees and cry.
You think this is for fun?
The blood on my dress will tell you why.
I have blood dripping.
You see me and ask if I'm alright.
My sanity is slipping.
I turn into a horrific site.
I give the girl a rose that is dead.
My dress has a big tear.
I give you a needle and thread.
As you see the dress I wear.
Who else is gonna?
I take you to the flower path.
In my hands are the berries of a belladonna.
I did my math.
You eat the berries and a coma is what you fall into.
Don't worry it is small.
I take out my butcher knife and slice you.
I hear my wolves call.
In my arms is you.
I play with your red hair and kiss your hand.
Im sorry I did this to you as I did what i had to.
I carry you and take you to my part of this land.
I ditch my knife.
I change my clothes and burn the dress.
My spell will bring you to life.
Our life is now a mess.
I see your spirit outside.
Why did you come to the path?
I carry you in a piggy back ride.
My life is no longer filled with wrath.
All beauty is back.
I fix my mirror the best I can do for now.
My life is happy and no lack.
No need to ask how.
Unfortunately your dress is black.
Just like me you have black wings.
We can no longer go back.
And I love it when the forest sings.
The forest returned to its natural state.
A man burns it down and we run.
We leave before it's too late.
The man had a gun.
He tries to shoot me but misses.
You slaughter him and I am happy.
I shower her in kisses.
The world is no longer sappy.
We enter the forest to look for the path.
I noticed the path in the forest is fine.
We follow it and see girl with a wrench and I feel wrath.
The girl with the bloody wrench is served as we dine.
We stay here for the rest of our life.
Both of us never went back.
She is now my wife.
As our life is out of whack.
