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I don't wanna hear this story
When it's over,
she crawls under the covers
and hopes the darkness takes her away.
But in the morning,
she wakes up
And relives yesterday.
When it's over,
the sun can't reach her.
There's a shadow in her skin.
In the morning,
she hopes it was a dream,
But it happens once again.
When it's over,
her eyes are darker.
There's something wrong with her smile.
But in the morning,
there's no monsters,
Just another broken child.
When it began,
and no hero saved her,
She realized
fairy tales were just pretend.
In the morning,
a little girl had died,
And never got a Happy End.
she crawls under the covers
and hopes the darkness takes her away.
But in the morning,
she wakes up
And relives yesterday.
When it's over,
the sun can't reach her.
There's a shadow in her skin.
In the morning,
she hopes it was a dream,
But it happens once again.
When it's over,
her eyes are darker.
There's something wrong with her smile.
But in the morning,
there's no monsters,
Just another broken child.
When it began,
and no hero saved her,
She realized
fairy tales were just pretend.
In the morning,
a little girl had died,
And never got a Happy End.
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