You wanted fields of roses,
someone to hold you through the night;
held love up on a pedestal
while your hopes were out of sight.
You did anything to have it,
wanting so much more;
spread yourself around
like a dirty, filthy whore.
Well you've gotten what you wanted,
sold your soul to pay the cost.
Are you happy with the outcome?
Do you see what you have lost?
You always thought that you would know,
every princess has a prince,
but he left you there to rot
and you haven't seen him since.
Is this what you wanted? To walk on your own grave?
Well you dance a pretty jig in your bitterness and hate.
These people all around you are disgusting little liars
but you bite at every morsel while they feed you to the fires.
Now you're tearing down the castles,
and everything they brought
that reminds you of forgiveness;
of your happy ever not.
Mutilate the stars,
burn the roses as they drip
with the blood from your own hands
when you clenched your fist to grip.
You're burying the stories
that promised happy ends
but they left your wounds wide open
and they choked you with pretends.
The smoke is quickly thickening
so now you're fighting off the tears.
You're dreams are slowly dying
and your screams don't fall on ears.
Is this what you wanted? To walk on your own grave?
Well you dance a pretty jig in your bitterness and hate.
These people all around you are disgusting little liars
but you bite at every morsel while they feed you to the fires.
