This story's missing a wishing well.
No mirror to show and tell.
No kiss that can break the spell.
Every prince is a fantasy.
The witch is inside of me.
Her poison will wash away the memory.
We kill the lights and put on a show.
And you will forget it all.
And after midnight we're all the same.
No glass shoe to bring us fame.
Nobody to take the blame.
Every story's a waiting game.
Their colors are paling in the falling rain.
We kill the lights and put on a show.
And you will forget it all.
It's so much better to pretend theres something waiting for you here.
Every letter that you wrote has found its way to me, my dear.
You can make believe that what you say is what I want to hear.
I'll keep dancing through this beautiful delusional career.
Looking like a compromise suicide.
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