Like hospital corridors in the night, with silence of a shooting star, my heart has lost its rhythm as it dances alone and all it does is trip with each and every beat..
I used to believe in fairy tales, I guess the clay finished before my Prince charming was made, Could I be Fiona, could my Shrek be somewhere out there, can't put the blame on my stepmom like Cinderella or maybe am just asking for too much
I keep believing you need me in your life when its clear you don't, leaving you seems like the perfect move but my heart just won't barge, my mistake was loving you limitlessly , now am...