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Fairytale
'cause I don't care for your fairytales You're so worried about the maiden though you know She's only waiting on the next best thing Snow White is doing dishes again cause What else can you do With seven itty-bitty men? Sends them to bed and calls up a friend Says will you meet me at midnight? The tall blonde lets out a cry of despair says Would have cut it myself if I knew men could climb hair I'll have to find another tower somewhere and keep away from the windows

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Friday, August 14, 2009,Friday, August 14, 2009

I see you are a spoilt brat,

pestering for food everyday,

cheese, ham, and bread,

it doesn't seem to go so okay.

You should know,

I don't care,

you have just became a pig,

but still you're still as arrogant.

I hold my breath,

keeping calm,

believing that one day,

your uncontrollable manners will soon be gone.

Anyone would expect,

the selfishness in you will remain.

Remorse is not enough to describe how I feel.

Why should I give you that chance?

I hold on to your words,

I believed we could succeed,

you call me names,

I didn't scold you, though.

Don't ruffle my feathers,

or feather into my affairs.

I am an idiot,

but I know I'm greater than you.

So you should understand,

that the wonderful lady standing before you is hard to come by.

That she could listen to your nonsence,

tell you truthful lies.

So, please, look at yourself.

No one will bother to take a second look at you.

Have I ever told you,

I never wanted to know you?

Your constant whines,

hyperactivity,

zinc-like hair,

which disturbs us.

Haven't you noticed at all,

no one ever likes you.

Your laughter is monstrous,

like thunderstorms but even gross.

I want instant death.

You need to pay for what you've done.

You hurt me.

Deep down.

I expected consoling,

I expected polite rejects,

I expect you of manic depression.

I fear of you.

Once we were close,

like twins in the sun,

held on tight,

whiling afternoons away.

I reminisce.

I once liked you so.

Now, like dew,

your presence often fades into the sun.

I told myself I needed you,

but all the possibilities now fade.

You cast a dark, menacing shadow

that leaves me retreating now and then.

You hurt me.

Stabbed that knife of full force and celerity,

once I happened to look back,

I realise I'm feathered.

I listened to you,

heeded your advice,

you gained all,

but I lost to you.

We once bet that if you had wun,

I would die,

and if I did,

you'd come real soon.

All of the world is filled with tears,

I once envisaged we'd fly together,

together, though weak,

and lead our lives.

My hopes are lost,

dreams are shattered,

I had longed so much,

I had once thought so much.

As the days fade,

We have boundaries,

I no longer matter.

But you do.

Is this confusing?

Is this hard?

Isn't this simple?

Just follow the rules.

Shouldn't we listen?

I'm the sovereign.

Hold on.

Before we blast.

You said you needed time.

You said you hated me.

You said you didn't want me.

You said you needed another chance.

If you could just listen,

to the waves,

you will know the codes.

If you could hold on just for a while...