What happened to us,
Oh perfect lover?
We used to be Heaven,
But now we're just Hell.

But maybe Hell is better,
With all the fire burning...
And all the ashes to dance...
When's the last time your heart burned?
When's the last time we danced?

I have a few words for you,
My prince charming;
A question or two...

More like a heart spilling out reasons,
Spitting out pleads,
Whatever works for you.

Because your way is my way,
Yes, an organized perfection, indeed..
The shattered glass,
The tearing eyes,
The "make up sex,"
Etcetera, etcetera.

You know what gets me:
Each spot to touch...
But, darling,
Your touch is now needles,
Your finger tips are now ice.

Hell must have frozen over,
Heaven must have finally fallen through..
Now all that's left is you and I:
A dried up fairy tale or two.
 
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