Post by nite on Apr 3, 2017 19:49:28 GMT -5
She looks in the wind with her former heart of gold
Rusted away by criticism
By stereotypes
She claimed she knew love
That he was the one
That he wouldn't leave her
She
Was
Wrong
It all started well
Fairy tale guy
Misfit girl
She called him luck
He called her his next crime
Needless to say
Fairy tales aren't true
Happy endings don't happen
No princess is to be saved by a prince
He slowly formed her into what she said she wasn't
She became his mold
His doll
His toy
(Girls, I do believe in true love, I do believe you can find Mr right, but don't let mr right make you his Mrs wrong)
Rusted away by criticism
By stereotypes
She claimed she knew love
That he was the one
That he wouldn't leave her
She
Was
Wrong
It all started well
Fairy tale guy
Misfit girl
She called him luck
He called her his next crime
Needless to say
Fairy tales aren't true
Happy endings don't happen
No princess is to be saved by a prince
He slowly formed her into what she said she wasn't
She became his mold
His doll
His toy
(Girls, I do believe in true love, I do believe you can find Mr right, but don't let mr right make you his Mrs wrong)