You get tired of pretending that someone is a good person
The fairytale no longer makes sense
The ink on those pages start to run
And Your hand cramps from writing "I forgive you " so many times
I was distraught
What would the world think if for once I frowned
Would they think I lost my crown
Would they think I was incapable of getting a new one
A minor setback
Enough to feed the birds
They love that ****
However this comeback will be enough to make the world tremble
And my happiness will resemble
What I used to write about only
This time it will be real