Fairytale Nightmare
I've got my hair caught in the stars,
flirting with the moon,
drinking the clouds,
this is contentment
Im searching for a glue
thats strong enouth to stick you to my side,
my siamese fantasy
your my itch tonight
I've got the signs of age,
im a cigarette stainded mess,
a cigarette stained princess,
royalty never tasted so bitter
a gothic thought, a gothic vision,
smell the roses inside this prison
slowly lulled and slowly falling
hush now hear my prince is calling
can you feel the spiders crawling?
