Once upon a time,
there was a me and you,
happiness rang like chimes,
and our smiles did so too.
No bizarre moment flared,
nor sadness overthrew,
we were simply scared,
that our feeling'll be *******.
They named us liar and a fake,
cause we seemed too perfect,
so for our own sake,
we pretended there was no effect.
Yet a little too late were we,
to realize the truth of us all,
so desperate to suppress what we see,
that didn't notice we had fall.
We swayed and drifted,
and parted with a crime,
that scarred as we shifted,
but that was just once upon a time.

The beeps didn't seem to revive,
The bumps didn't seem to arise,
The heartbeats that weren't alive,
And the body that's deprived.

Those nonexistence drops of tears,
Those never-ending blisters,
Those eyes gleaming once with fears,
Yet now it dies with no hints of cheers.

Terror was what kept you warmed,
Love was what made you wile,
Hatred was simply deformed,
But Death was what made you smile.

he made a mess with pink cotton candy,
she never did like anything sweet;
he made a mess, he sang her songs,
while she always seemed to miss a beat.

she made a mess with blue cotton candy,
he'd always prefer the pink;
she made a mess, she wrote him letters,
while all he did was wash off the ink.