This Story is missing a wishing well.
There is no mirror to show & tell.
No Kiss that can break the spell.

I am falling asleep,
for every prince is a fantasy.
The witch is inside of me,
her poison will wash away the memories.

She will offer my midnight,
because we are the same.
There are no glass shoes to bring us frame.

There is nobody to take the blame,
we are falling apart.
For every story is a waiting game,
& there is a flower for every name.

The colors are paling in the falling rain.
We will kill the lights & put on a show.
It is all a lie,
but you'd never know.

The stars will shine,
& then they will fall,
& you will forget it all.

Now you know it is so much better to pretend that there is something waiting for you here.
For every letter that you wrote has found its way to me my dear.

You can make believe that what you say is what i hear.
I will keep dancing through this beautiful delusional career.

I am faking every tear,
looking like a compromise suicide.
For i will keep all my dreams alive.