A lonely maden,
Her knife covored with blood,

when will her prince charming come,
when will her pain end,

One more cut to try and hide,
yet the knife goes deaper

each night she lies awake ,
When will her pain end

Has hiding in the darkness
finaly taken its tole?

No matter,
the knife goes deaper
When will it end

her tears begin to fade,
she thinks to herelf,
another night of endless pain,
as she puts the knife away.


 
Copyright © dew, All Rights Reserved