My Magic is gone and no spell was cast
No eyes to glaze no mind to crash
My words were right my emotions too
Her response was wrong, the curse was true
The Witch she wrote and wrote and re- wrote the words
The message is right but the actions are wrong
I think she spoke sweetly but lied all along
Her words they spoke and touched and lifted my heart
And cradled my soul then raked them apart
I still see the magic it whisks all around
Nipping and biting not making a sound
She sees it too, but now it is hers
And with blood painted lips she kisses the words
Her emotions are right, the message is too
But my response is all wrong and the curse remains true.
She’ll never be mine, And I never hers.