Hold and hang on tight to your fairytale wish, Little Girl.
Time’s a fickle fleeting thing
When your wasting your time, chasing diamonds?
Broken glass on the highway and
when you’re not so pretty anymore,
when you’re spent
And, your wilted Red Rose Petals fade to black
When your bright eyes dull
When that beautiful smile cracks the translucent skin
What will they remember of you?
What did you leave behind?
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