Windswept fairytales and disenchanted lullabies
She’s just another Cinderella wishing for her dreams
Her sparkling eyes
Almost hide her demise
As her laughter screams a melody of pain
She has already seen it all
Too bad she’s going to fall
This little angel only three feet tall
Nothing really happened to those warm, loving arms
They vanished along with everything else
And to no surprise
A life made up of lies
Squeezed her soul just a little bit smaller
She has already seen it all
Too bad she’s going to fall
This little angel only three feet tall
Her dimmed life is another sparkling light to fade
Just some other something to unnoticeably change the day
Society lives free
Whilst she cant even breathe
Where are those people that are part of her?
She’s like a star amongst millions the same
A loss of light that can’t even justify a second glance
She’s no threat
To this world she’s met
Just another tragedy of our new reality
She has already seen it all
Too bad she’s going to fall
This little angel only three feet tall
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