well if you can't handle me at my best
(with my hair ******* around me and my eyes filling up the sky)
than I know for sure you won't be able to
hold me at my worst
(with my hair untied and loose, falling as snakes, and my eyes burning up your soul)
and perhaps the clouds and the fog are not the same thing at all.
earthworms are not caterpillars,
no matter how hard they try.
and perhaps that is our relationship.
it will never be Ariel and prince Eric,
but instead it is Ursula and prince Eric,
and I am Ursula.
I have the power to destroy you but
all I want to do is hold your heart in my hand
and feel your lips against mine.
but we both know how that ends,
with you falling into the arms of the perfect girl
when I'm just a monster floating to the deep.
and when I see you next,
you had better run away from me
because I'll be at my worst with my hair falling like
snakes and my eyes burning your soul
(with the pain fueling the fire and my eyes
aching with tears that I've discarded.)