This is a story of a girl Whose lived a life of luxury But was never happy She was showered in the best woven… Tied in the best of gold, silver,…

I’m tired... Of playing the puppet In your twisted fantasy Wake up And running in the same circle

Ahhh... Sweet Symphonic melody Sway my ears play Drink away my sorrows And let my mind sway

Here she’s sitting All alone On the cold bench In the evening breeze Her black chipped fingers

I raise my glass To the clock tower That mocks my birth Counting my timeline Enrages my soul

Was it you? The stranger that captivated My sight with those dark eyes It was only at a glance On that fateful day

I’m tired Of the way You look at me With such a pitiful stare I’m sick of your glare

Creation in it’s magnificence A prism of all hues Nature’s beauty at it’s finest Captivating muse Flowers bloom in shades of color

Mirror, Mirror... As a fairy-tale story. A reflection of yourself Looking back at you Can you tell me what you see?

Can’t sleep Can’t wake up I’ve been rendered A title on my forehead Rather than dead

The famous quote... I’m sure you all can finish that s… So it seems like the truth. Metaphorically speaking. Throw the stones.