around the empty hearts
it reminds them of the light
and they fly like bats.
You're too cruel to give
longing love
Your promises are
nothing but polluted air
I still believe in the good fairy
Is she gonna turn me into
a princess?
The clock slow counts the hours
its sound is so scary
I feel like I'm going
into the dark and my
princes is a pumpkin
without a heart.
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