I grab you with out hesitation
like i need you, but you might fall like the shampoo bottle
i still pick you up, but i dont want to
you never fill the wishing well
just the pink sac of unhappiness
the waters just as tasteful
stop coming around i dont need your satisfaction
does the cold relly control me, like the mysterious pain and discomfort provided by the actions of the midevil princess
i try to express myself like the fox but feel more comftorable with wings
this works for her we all have our unique fairytales



