Rose colored lace falls on the step
And I start to hate myself for coming
Hate myself for thinking it would be fun
Another night over and done

I did my hair up in special curls
To fit in with the popular girls
I picked out this elegant dress
For a night of sad loneliness

Twirling a genital, yet torn rose
A memory of my prom dance
Baptizing petals in broken tears
Birth to all my agonizing fears

Couples waltz now in my mind
Clinging in each others arms
Swaying to the last love song
But to me it felt all wrong

That everything I thought came true
I hurt so bad but no one knew
All the depression that I faced
While watching by the wall

That years of miserable schooling
Have ended just like this
Cinderella on cold stone
Wishing dreaming all alone


 
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