Look at you
You’re so alone
Don’t worry sweetheart
Because one day you’ll be so incredibly beautiful
That people will stop you on the street just to get a picture
But that time, it seems so far off doesn't it?
I could take you...if you wanted
Then you could see for yourself
But you have no interest
This thing you call depression has made you into a vegetable
Your parents are dead and you live by your lonesome
No one’s here to take care of you
We could change that in the snap of a finger
You call me out and say you don’t believe me
I might be the Fairy of Mischief but would I lie to you?
Of course I would!
But in this instance I want to help you
Get you to see that you’re not ready to die
I can show you the future!
All the things you have to live for
Just take my hand
And I’ll show you what you need to know
What you need to see
But you reply with a simple ‘no’
C’mon, don’t you want to know about your future with Nadia?
That girl has more beauty in the sparkle of her left eye
Than many people will encounter in their life
Maybe you’ll have beautiful children together
Don’t you want to stick around for that?
Your answer is still no because you know exactly what I’m doing
I have no real interest in you
Or your petty little problems
I’m just messing with you
Only because I’m doing my job
And that is to play with you humans
Toy with your minds until to scream for mercy
You call me a vulgar monster
But I’m not the only one with this profession though
I have sisters
But you know them not of their real names
But their personas
Love-she’s beautiful, blind and has no sense of humour
Lust-doesn’t look like Love, but there’s something that makes you want her, something that pulls you in
Envy-is the green eyes woman, rather than monster
Hate-gathers up every negative fibre in you, builds it up and uses it against you!
Wealth-showers you with gifts and opportunities, not always needed things, but she has a heart of gold
Health-plays with you in a way that none of us do, in secret almost
Death-is the most gorgeous and pure of us all
She lures you in and tricks you ny making you think that she’s harmless
And then there’s me
I screw around with their plans
Hide your left running shoe
And rip your favourite jeans
Through my never ending speech I’ve noticed something
You’re gone
I find you in the next room
You hang from a noose
A chair is tipped over and broken beneath your feet
Around you stand my sisters
They tell me that I got the wrong person
All of us killed the wrong boy
So, really, a plan almost never works out
Nothing is set in stone
