She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

leave
i dun need u
fair weathered fren
greed for popularity
wanting the best of both worlds
no more
u shant benefit anymore
our frenship is not for picking up n throwing
at ur whim n fancy
superficiality
i shant b the gullible girl
not anymore
sumtimes
i wonder
were u eva my fren?
or were we juz living in a fairytale?
denying ourselves the truth
now
i see ur true colours
no longer blinded
when i fall
i noe u wun be there..
as much as im heartbroken
im so dissapointed in u
i guess u were this shallow all along
its juz tt i've been deluding myself
i dun wish to lose u
but i guess when u got to
u juz got to


*let the rain wash away my tears. n make me strong again* back to top?