Alone in bed tonight,
Waiting for the dark night to rise.
In darkness I shall be still,
But the scars on my wrist just will not heal.
The ****** broken pinky promises
That ***** friends originally made with fragrances.
And the cold and creepy spooky smiles
That I once thought would make our friendship go miles.
Oh, darling!
What foolish lies you are believing!
"Friendship forever and happily ever after"?
Oh give me a break, you are clever!
Live in a house of stones and bricks,
Equip yourself with rifles and tricks.
Or lock yourself in a tower like Rapunzel's,
As the answer to "how to get up there" is "no one knows".
Listen to me when I speak,
My words I warn you to keep.
For I once heard Truth and Lie whispering,
Criticizing our stupidity of not-knowing.
"Why do people love you but hate me?"
"Because I am the beautiful Lie and you are the ugly Truth."
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
Alone in bed tonight,
Waiting for the dark night to rise.
In darkness I shall be still,
But the scars on my wrist just will not heal.
The ****** broken pinky promises
That ***** friends originally made with fragrances.
And the cold and creepy spooky smiles
That I once thought would make our friendship go miles.
Oh, darling!
What foolish lies you are believing!
"Friendship forever and happily ever after"?
Oh give me a break, you are clever!
Live in a house of stones and bricks,
Equip yourself with rifles and tricks.
Or lock yourself in a tower like Rapunzel's,
As the answer to "how to get up there" is "no one knows".
Listen to me when I speak,
My words I warn you to keep.
For I once heard Truth and Lie whispering,
Criticizing our stupidity of not-knowing.
"Why do people love you but hate me?"
"Because I am the beautiful Lie and you are the ugly Truth."
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